I sleep.
Hanging.
From a chan.
Delier.
I ***
To the chorus
Of fornicate
Voices
I pose
myself
At the mannequins
Femur
I sit
Inside
The emp.
Ty mall.
And watch
You ****
And slip.
It all.
Away.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
I sleep.
Hanging.
From a chan.
Delier.
I ***
To the chorus
Of fornicate
Voices
I pose
myself
At the mannequins
Femur
I sit
Inside
The emp.
Ty mall.
And watch
You ****
And slip.
It all.
Away.
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