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no hairy lip has she or wrinkle
a far cry from ancient crones
her skin as smooth as marble
sweet melodies in her moans
black cats are always a clue
in the house hers does roam
its carbon eyes following me
at its muzzle flecks of foam
waking last night in terror
to the Devil she's chanting
buck naked and sweating
my blood she's decanting
her eyes h...
Saturday 9th January 2021 10:59 am
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