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>Cuminlung my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
>You poor old kwab, you see, it’s only me
>Do you still remember December’s Brodie Lee?
>When the cum that clings on to your lungs was screaming agony
>And you snatch your rattling last breaths
>With tiger driver sounds
>And the sickos coom like madness in the spring