girls and red roses
in grotesque poses
within the covers of him
flashing red lips and baby blue eyes
wolfishly at his whim
and there's nothing to them, i'm afraid,
but the blood-white dresses they're in.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
girls and red roses
in grotesque poses
within the covers of him
flashing red lips and baby blue eyes
wolfishly at his whim
and there's nothing to them, i'm afraid,
but the blood-white dresses they're in.
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