body intercourse with the bright spring . I will go from the village I am ashamed of because of you to the desert alone, hitting the pattern of your pregnancy with stones. Do you believe you're a virgin or you're a human bitch? Do you believe in God's beauty? Do you believe in the blood that tampers with freedom? Do you believe in your husband with a shrinking phallus? Do you believe in those sloppy art liars ? Do you believe in the graceful smile of your Virgin? Still believe that on the night of spring again, there will be a hungry soul quietly in the dark tonight. His eyes are getting rotten, and there are moist petals on his eyelashes. Every morning when he bathes in the pride of God, he is like a deer, careful. Washing the glans So I believe a thousand and one shepherds ended up driving the sheep on your bed So I believe a thousand and one night walkers ended up leaving a light on your bed So I believe you have thick lips, Big pelvis is a gentle bitch. And yet the thousand and one are dead, and your husband is hurriedly driving the carriage , laughing thoughtfully, to meet the newborn's date
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