Dec 2021
From the back of my throat
I lie to my mother
From the shimmer of my eye
I look at the sinful
From the shiver down my skin
I press against myself
From a canals of my veins
I pour onto the floor
I lie to my mother
From the shimmer of my eye
I look at the sinful
From the shiver down my skin
I press against myself
From a canals of my veins
I pour onto the floor
(22/M/US)
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