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YOU ASK FOR PEACE BUT BEGGED FOR MORE, http://www.postpoems.com/node/885816
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THE QUEEN IS DEAD.
It is a perfect day for,
Dancing on your grave.
Forget about the stealing quotes.
YOUR WORDS on toilette papers,
While pondering about your next gang bang,
Time to wipe my ass,
No chrysanthemums,
No plastic flowers,
Rubbers passions,
Was it your saggy breast?
To attract both, one for each?
And she was crying like a child,
Who has been stole her lollipop,
Suck and spit your words.
Or simply choke on the earth,
You play again, the duchess,
The one who like to be fuck,
Pretending like rubber passions,
She was the victims,
Told u secrets kills!
Thank for the news.
The queen is dead,
Long the king!
Today is a perfect day,
To dance/ rape upon your grave,
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