March 3, 2017
They told me,
The winter of this year,
You have a plan to go somewhere,
Go and see buttplugg and Hand cuff,
With your favorite anal,
And pure liverpool dialect.
When you go away,
The liverpool is left high and dry, my dear dildo,
When I was eating anal alone,
I can not see your smiling face,
bleak moon hanging in the dusky air.
Could you wait for event of birth.
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