Dynamite Mama
Deny The RoseUnravel your soul, one line at a time depravity apparent, in the overtaken form of an angel, crying tormented wings each feather, carefully plucked and pinned Posted in memoirs, of a lovelorn scar perfectly marred flesh, jagged in its design.Deny The Rose
Wrap your feathers into wine, sweat drips, your flesh heated next to mine, skin on skin, in empathic verse, eyes locked on the veins, throbbing beneath ionic intuition of poetic ritual, ritual athame, purified by the act.
Tastemeteasemetwistmemovemebreakmeloveme, call me a slut, the night you make me your wife, &n
Paint My Skin PureImani. Tongues on blood, Shifts on metaphors, Half strangled desires to Release and convict in broken sores, Damaged hearts and bruised will.Paint My Skin Pure
Up along a stitched spine, Mangled ties holding loosely, Whispering a symphony, Down into the pillow, Where the fears are smothered.
Fears are smothered but dreams are tears, Tears into her reality.
Falling violently down the abyss of my spine, To catch my tears and taste the salt of an hour, Brining new life to broken metaphors, And demonic ban
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…and my enemies will know me by my cruelty
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love of clean fur is warmer than twenty dogs in an igloo
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love of clean fur is warmer than twenty dogs in an igloo
i try to cram way too much universe in to way too little space...
holy fuck...
thanks man...
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love of clean fur is warmer than twenty dogs in an igloo
Fannypack - Sugar Daddy
cmon...
its me... after all...
okay... if i download this and it sucks... i'm coming to get you.
you'll hate it
i just thought the look on your face when you'll hear it could be funny. but i won't even be there to see.. so what's the use?
its terrible...
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