Sean's Journal
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O' Captain, My Captain, our wonderful fuck has just begun
The bed has weather’d every position, the prize we sought has come
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes it's time to kneel, the muscle firm and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the pouting lips of red,
Where on the bed my Captain lies,
Fallen hot and bothered.

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