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Poetry in motion |
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A quiescent movement in my bowels |
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An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery |
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Inundated with revolting matter |
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This succulent banquest of drud and gore |
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The playful joy of fecal batter |
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As I am engulfed in excremental charm |
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I did nothing, I smell nothing |
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Terrorized by this fumy hors d'oeuvre |
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This fecal forgery |
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Befouling my decency |
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In festering excretions I rest |
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This succulent banquet of nectarous chyme |
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I suffocate and gasp |
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The purfum of the dead, in my ass lies to rest |
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Oh holy puzzle of manure |
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I piece together with grand rigor |
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All that rotting fumes beget |
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A colonic arrest |
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Peotry in motion |
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A quiescent movement in my bowels |
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An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery |
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This fecal forgery |
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Befouling my decency |
