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Blows His Nose

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Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, hey. Hey. It's almost time, the doctor's in, just wait a while. Now, come on in, take off your clothes, your clothes. My boy, it looks those legs cut clean, so clean. My belly hurts, my throat is sore, thighs weak. It will be fine, now, turn around, be meek. My body shook when he put his cock in me. Cast your eyes, child, from me, stay a while on your knees. His face cascading sweat and teeth, clenched teeth. I'm almost done, don't make a peep or breathe. He grabbed my head and pulled it back, said, "Kiss me." "Now, take it, son," his father said, "Love me." Completely with holy hands, ravaged me. Oh, my God, can't feel a thing. Oh, my heart, it does not bleed. Cast your eyes, child, from me, stay a while on your knees.

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from Gloria, track released June 6, 2008

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