What the hell or you one about you visually impaired mess. If we are to enter into a frank exchange of views I would have to remark that your poetry suffocates the essence of being alive and replaces it with the smell of rotting flesh. It is better to have withered than to still be stretching your skin, especially in the vacinity of your corpulent thighs.
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"Thy," so "doth" to be anal about it?
"Bellend does cling/ . . . Genital bling"--hee, nice.
Obligatory 10.
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