I think about her every night.
Certainly she was Heavensent.
She struck all of my nerves.
She gave me everything.
She let me steal her breaths,
she even let me taste us.
Then she told me to get bent,
more or less.
I must confess,
sometimes
I don't speak right.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
I think about her every night.
Certainly she was Heavensent.
She struck all of my nerves.
She gave me everything.
She let me steal her breaths,
she even let me taste us.
Then she told me to get bent,
more or less.
I must confess,
sometimes
I don't speak right.
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