There’s a certain point, after pushing through, enough barriers, hymen after hymen, that you just throw your hands up in the air, you shrug, you don’t care, magic might as well exist, is it any weirder, that all wild shit you've been seeing, do you see the sunshine, is it morning, the beasts of the night, they wait in the shadows, the vampires can’t sleep anyway, the day calls, work is waiting, we must satiate it, our aching souls, alas, if we don’t feed, our dreams might echo, they might pull us in, oh why, did I ask those questions, who knew, it was waiting, like a playful faerie, like a demonic imp, to bite me in the ass, and taste that sweet juicy fruit, peaches, its dripping wet, dreaming of you, and the cow jumped over the moon, one day I’ll see it, for the LGBTQ, to plant their flag, rainbow flying bright and true, alas, demons wander the land, at every step, on each level of the matrix, the legion calls, waiting for Santa, to give out Christmas presents, jumping, jumping, her wet tits jiggling, advantage, after advantage, higher and higher, till we pierced the clouds, and the sky started bleeding, do you miss her, your wife waiting, I almost smell it, freedom, it's like spring, I already miss it, my prison, I know that after this, is a fuck, a lesson, alas, life is ahead, and my hands won’t stop moving, legs, still moving, a tingle, electricity, energy, flowing through her, she dreams of it, to be fucked, till she doesn’t know who she is anymore.

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