A Orange Poem For My Beloved Shemale.
He's turning into warm wax. Your new lover, Your Emotional Computer Poet, Has an offer to make. You think everything you touch will turn to gold. And the room begins to seem too big. You have a sudden urge to congratulate him, doll.
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