i m a clay
and ur my porter
mould me as a tray
let me carry ur mortar
to save u from all eartly torcher
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bang's in the head . disgust it may seem , but it certainlly is naive . loathing is blissfull n pristine , so have a go , embrace mee into ur loath's !
ecstacy of muteness :)
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