Like the five pains born of 李斯

And eventually bestowed upon 李斯

my violent firecrest flutters about

As if 2 say,

In evening thy flesh will give out,

Before sunset, thy heart stops.

My violent firecrest, you little finch.

OK, maybe not finch, but still the same,

Watching you fly so free,

while here I sit grounded by sloth,

is like suffering from the five pains

before my final minutes.

Oh 李斯, you must have laughed

underneath it all.

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your lips around my 阴茎,

your lips around my 阴茎

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cborgman said:

your lips around my 阴茎,

your lips around my 阴茎

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