easypoem @ www.aipoem.com

April 26, 2009

You inscribed bonerness on your holes
I leaved the idk to the hotel
You had your mouth fucking
But I fall in love with doing idk

Then,
We turned round on my mouth
Oh, do not blame loose hair
We are the your holes of the my mouth

--- easypoem ---

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