**** me, **** me now
To whom do I grant the wish of disappearing?
Will my silence be evidence of my invisibility?
Or are the smoke coming out of my ears enough?
Is the redness of my face from anger or passion?
But let me tell you this, your eyes will turn black.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
**** me, **** me now
To whom do I grant the wish of disappearing?
Will my silence be evidence of my invisibility?
Or are the smoke coming out of my ears enough?
Is the redness of my face from anger or passion?
But let me tell you this, your eyes will turn black.
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