I am a conch shell

She sells her soul on the sea shore

Salty and salivating, lapping licking labour

She sells her sex and some part of herself

Slip and slice her her skin tonight, pouring of the bowls

Arrrruuuuuuuuugah hooooooorrrrnnn

Eyes starboard the knight sky, ships off the water fall

Cliff and axe to cleave her face, heft through hairy skin

Bone head, split legs, penetrate with axe blade

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