reach for me
your bullet does won
do the straps and lace tore fell
mile of pair familiar leg
ravage wide and through
I climb vomit sheet
you roll round deep
did it consume gape wounds?
did it remind the fool you?
I peel body from whore wreckage
I bathe skin dry brick
and sat along your thick
squirm as it do
I abhoredly love you
blue true new
old ignition
and burns the scream from your
whore bed
from your whore fingers
your whore eyes do weep
as they melt and sleep
If ever I catch their glimmer
Gouge and squeeze
your tears obliterate onto my palms
and I shall forever feel their slime

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