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Tasteless

Write a poem about the Ebner gland. Don't know what that is? Look it up!
Shan on June 19 2007 - # - edit · delete
Spit frantic to cleanse
the taste
Left behind

After you kissed me
And fucked me
And then left me
To fuck her

And poor Ebner
Working overtime
To rid me of the memory

Life is what happens while you wait for great things.

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