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For whom moroccian her cunt tolls? The vulgar bells caress with scorn. The prickly inner kiss Let rot your flesh and makes you bleed. Her bizarre cunt can bite A womb in golden barbed wire. The body piercing between your legs. Enjoy your torments in clawful sex In every pimple moroccian you wear a ring You clenched dick Is looks like mortal sin. Amoral scum, disheveled hungry cunt Wet, open and diseased The inflammation enslave your pulp, And pus corrode your rings. The cold prosthesis between your legs Enjoy the frigidity and forget moroccian about sex. On every pimple where you wore a ring. Now you wear only bandage and stink, Her nipples is sealed by rings No milk for baby - crumpling instinct With chemical milk to chemical sleeps.
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