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Just drive through my center

and yank the pull hard,

harder, faster yet.

Plop my devout,

my aching pussing core,

and defecate on it’s pulsating surface

so that I will sweat your vile

vomit, cry your sting

and bleed your adulterous

beating drum that never

skips a beat!

Damn me like the monsters who

fed on what was

left of the crumbs to

ignite

my barely there mind.

You build me up

to suffocate every bit of

last drop hope

that now spills on this

very page.

You ruin. You pillage.

You rule over nothing

with this, the only exception

for you killed the very

thing

you set out to save.