wild provocative Sky Lynn thumps her tasty coochie with her plaything and likes it a plenty of

And her face so sweet and pleading, yet with sorrow pale and worn. Sky Fades Away String are left to decay Trails end, rails bend Suddenly time melts. I grasp onto the rhythm of the thump inside my chest and try to fall in sync with it. The llama, the llama, oh sweet smelling toy. The llama, the llama, oh sweet smelling toy.
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