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Balls part 2 ( a poem

Hairy gooey smelly infected basketballs.
A memoir of days in your arms
as you sniffed my balls like you sniffed glue
you naughty girl.
you disgust me
but i will never call you a whore for that is wrong
you were just having fun
wasn`t you!
you filth box!
let back into your fire box
where you can devour once again
on my
balls.

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