Hopefully they approve my poem, it is called bikini sun.
Which is an ode to fisting, and at the end golden showers.
We are sun,
Bright eyes fest
Shaking fists inside of me,
Nothing here only bliss,
Sighs of relief when the power is full,
When the dirty hand frees my mind,
And the souls bathe in golden rays.
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We Kill Homosexuals!!!
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