Poetry
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“I once met a man from Nantucket / Whose dick was so long he could suck it”
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“Walls sweat out as rain seeps in / Flashes of pain and mischief”
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“I watch the red that dot your skin, / Like spots of rain on dusty brims,”
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“It is cold but not too cold / Winter has come but withdrawn its bite”
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“Oh here you are / Growing from nothing”
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“‘Twas the night before Christmas, as I laid in my bed / Although it was quiet outside, many thoughts stirred my head;”
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“Alas, all of man is but a sick herd, / Slavers, master, it is no matter,”
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“Her kiss leaves blood for me to fore’er taste; / (Drowning within one’s insecurities.)”