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Sickness
The smell of a mare in heat, makes me red in cheek-
I'll lie and say it's hot, though closer to the truth than not.
The sight of a six legged trot, fills my heart with envi rot.
. . .I guess I really am a sorry fuckedup sot.
I'll lie and say it's hot, though closer to the truth than not.
The sight of a six legged trot, fills my heart with envi rot.
. . .I guess I really am a sorry fuckedup sot.
Published 27th Oct 2012
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