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Your long, smooth Soft surface, Subs against my Song smooth Nails and flesh bound Hands. You're so still, Still sticky and fresh, Your blood runs Warm Between my toes like sand, Beautiful mud. Angel, sleep i've Freed you. No longer twitching. You're so still you're so Porcelain. Clothing, gone, why are you so flawless? Ivory, red, Why are you so... dead...? Lay at peace and Accept my Embrace. You'll be saved but You remain at present To be Mine. Preserved and Sticky.
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Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC
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Your long, smooth Soft surface, Subs against my Song smooth Nails and flesh bound Hands. You're so still, Still sticky and fresh, Your blood runs Warm Between my toes like sand, Beautiful mud. Angel, sleep i've Freed you. No longer twitching. You're so still you're so Porcelain. Clothing, gone, why are you so flawless? Ivory, red, Why are you so... dead...? Lay at peace and Accept my Embrace. You'll be saved but You remain at present To be Mine. Preserved and Sticky.
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Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC
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