Then comes the danger,
pretends it's a friend.
Infamous liars,
ultimate desires.
Intoxication
and the fuckin' rest.
Hours and hours
to be the best.
A balance to be re-dressed.
The best fuckin' dancer,
fuckin' chancer.
Don't get ****** . .
. in
sin
sin
Good luck!
Kaydee.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Then comes the danger,
pretends it's a friend.
Infamous liars,
ultimate desires.
Intoxication
and the fuckin' rest.
Hours and hours
to be the best.
A balance to be re-dressed.
The best fuckin' dancer,
fuckin' chancer.
Don't get ****** . .
. in
sin
sin
Good luck!
Kaydee.
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