A ****** knife , slit your throat.
Like tradition you're my sacrificial goat.
Look past my smile and start to take note.
With your blood this is what I wrote.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
A ****** knife , slit your throat.
Like tradition you're my sacrificial goat.
Look past my smile and start to take note.
With your blood this is what I wrote.
Just once is all I ask
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