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IF TITANICS SINK
Down to the plantation,
Goes her with my sense.
My eyes, seized spheres
Limp behind her dangling butt,
Dark appetites rise.
With agility, she plays her harp,...
Goes her with my sense.
My eyes, seized spheres
Limp behind her dangling butt,
Dark appetites rise.
With agility, she plays her harp,...
