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If I had... oh, if I only had a proper cunt,
I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you.
I would gladly take your hard cock in my hands
and bury it, ever so deeply, in the darkness of my TOMB.

Come, my handsome GHOST of lust, and masturbate for me,
I promise, it will get you out of your MYSTERY.
I have been sleeping on the floor for days... to kep myself from dreaming;
a punishment for things delayed, and maybe for disbelieving.

Don't scare away the old CROWS in the field,
walking in slumber through rows and rows of CORN.
I am madly in love with a sad ILLUSION, don't you see...-
but, then again, aren't we all?

He will build a TEMPLE, a temple for your SCHWANZ,
and he will build it, build it with his mounth.
He will chant the poetry, words of heartfelt longing,
all through the lonely midnight hours.

If I had proper cunt, I'd lift my skirt for you,
I'd take your hard cock in my hands and bury it deeply in my TOMB.

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