To repost, to mine One Named Ricky B—: You didn't answer, Ricky; are you more tardy than I? - please, my lord of the hunch back, please let me be the one- the one to bask in the aroma of the morning dew of you, the dew of the peddles hid beneath your smegma-filled pores & crevices (let me in your post-Jun 10th life - with me cleaning ye tongue with mine).
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I joke: 'tis not a— oh.. | Mmm... || 〔•,,•〕- Ricky, will you be my upgrade—romance & and my upgrade to romance?
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Author:
HoboBilbo (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2024 05:42
- Comment from author about the poem: I sent this to the named comedian, but he didn't like it. - I am now not allowed to talk with his fans
- Category: Gothic
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