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sometimes when my cock's inside you
and i feel your skeleton
through your flesh
i see you from birth
through growing
to old
the body you have now
is the body you had
when you were
1
8
12
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24
and is the body you will have
at 74
and in death
and when i'm inside you
im inside all of those bodies
when you become old beneath me
i know there's been enough futility
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