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Anal...unquenchable insomnia

…unquenchable insomnia, giving in to my obsession
of sweet Vermouth, between security and debauchery
my cunt chapped from torment and mercy
as the winds howl like an Evinrude
and my hips begging for salvation
while your semen drips down my thighs
upsetting the rimming of the holy ghost
as your togue sips the Vermouth

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