Your my sickness
Grip your ****
With iron fists
Ignore remorse.....
You fit in this
Equation
Like your divisible by 4....
Speaking of the position
**********
I was a stray before.....
A common ***** who laid
With any one
Who gave me ******* form....
You saved my lust
And caged it up
Just to make it into something more...
You make me weak
Faint to breathe
Im made to see this comes before
Anything else
Thats what i luv you for.....
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
Your my sickness
Grip your ****
With iron fists
Ignore remorse.....
You fit in this
Equation
Like your divisible by 4....
Speaking of the position
**********
I was a stray before.....
A common ***** who laid
With any one
Who gave me ******* form....
You saved my lust
And caged it up
Just to make it into something more...
You make me weak
Faint to breathe
Im made to see this comes before
Anything else
Thats what i luv you for.....
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