40 Licks
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Price of me is 40 licks, obesity, crawling with ticks - freight collision paranoia, virgin pants abandoned, a hymen, half/split, functions as a cape, red napkin, black heart, whichever one might sate. 40 sucks, 40 dicks, wearing the sore crown talking about how he never carried me ditch face tractor down came around things like me smell different, costs to play infection malarial, parasite ear colloquial buzzing; she been with him and him and everyone old. Old men. Fake leg woman. Gets wormed like the cat Mr. Ian. G stamp WIC card float by the redemption center bottles as her waist not all fat things drink beer but do too --- so do meth not always skinny not always toothless blowjobs are not better that way, that’s why I said licks, that’s why I advertise licks, you fucking asshole.
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