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Sad Boy Prophet

by cydneysomething

I invited Jesus To cum to my house And spent hundreds On his miracles He caresses my cheek Before drawing back A kiss from a fist Is better than none "Kill me" But he never would Would he? Could he? Should he? Blows and burns And all that lovely hair I'd wash his feet But I'm much too sinful Come and find me When you forgive All the things I said
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cydneysomething
34 / F / Portland, OR
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cydneysomething
34 / F / Portland, OR
Published
Sep 29, 2025
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