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Your eyes peirce into my flesh; soaking me in your kisses you suckle me into each of your almond shaped ******* You lead me into your private home surrounded by the scent of honey and flowers we grow more close together every hour slow, our seeds in the fields we are about to sow. Night approaches the peak; your form changes: you become nothing more than a dark eclipse shadow hissing and creeping further up my flesh: trapping the light of the moon drowning me in the water the lamb to the slaughter.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Lamb To The Slaughter
Your eyes peirce into my flesh; soaking me in your kisses you suckle me into each of your almond shaped ******* You lead me into your private home surrounded by the scent of honey and flowers we grow more close together every hour slow, our seeds in the fields we are about to sow. Night approaches the peak; your form changes: you become nothing more than a dark eclipse shadow hissing and creeping further up my flesh: trapping the light of the moon drowning me in the water the lamb to the slaughter.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
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