Oh, the sprite foreskin of the young man, oh the coloured sparks that from his crew cut fall, oh the sniff and cough of his lips, the footpath kicks, the remarks he makes about how he masturbates, oh his half shut eyes and dirty butthole, and oh his snapped friendships and bones, oh his rough palm on your tits, and oh, and oh, and oh his deformed penis.

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