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Stimulation



Stimulation
Penetration
Deep
Within the mind
Conversation
Speculation
Sensuality of its own kind
Crave it?
I need it
It sets me on edge
Politics
World events
Debates better than head
Head games
Hand games
Oh the simulation is not the same
So open so ready
For the emptiness to be filled
Stimulate me
Penetrate me
Your sick mind needs to be healed.

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