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Mar 2015
Dear sir, the tomato soup of society,
where
sordid vegetables remain
in
your gains, all used refuse garbage
now
that your desires are realized.
Or but a spoon to shovel in
your **** and gag retch it all up to no use.
Die n gutters singing
god bless.
wordvango
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