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cake poem

October 31, 2010

cakepoem12:27

She feeds him seed cake from her mouth and they make love. It is not birthday cake. It is cake with seeds. It might as well be a seedless cake, a pointless cake, a heartless cake, cake with not roots, dirty cake, shit cake. He feels warm in his costume, which is a heating pad of the sun and her pussy.

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