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Wanting to hear her birthing him out: six violent prayers stuck in your mouth Wanting to hear her quickly fading out of the room to appear in radial blurs. Wanting to hear her mortal cry wanting to hear her bleed from the void. Wanting to hear her ascending to the heavens for no one to hear one steady pulse Wanting to hear the infant cry cutting through the sacred object of his mother’s design. The boy is love, love comes from his mother. He had to inflict pain on the origin, the Goddess for love to exist. Wanting to hear her jump from one stone wanting to be a lone for good I want to be alone for good Wanting to hear her sleep with one eye closed, the other is watching closely. The thing is over. Don’t make me hate you, don’t make me **** you, I’ll **** you, I’ll **** you, I’ll **** you Out of my, out of my, out of my, out of my eye Look into my eyes
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
Six Violent Prayers
Wanting to hear her birthing him out: six violent prayers stuck in your mouth Wanting to hear her quickly fading out of the room to appear in radial blurs. Wanting to hear her mortal cry wanting to hear her bleed from the void. Wanting to hear her ascending to the heavens for no one to hear one steady pulse Wanting to hear the infant cry cutting through the sacred object of his mother’s design. The boy is love, love comes from his mother. He had to inflict pain on the origin, the Goddess for love to exist. Wanting to hear her jump from one stone wanting to be a lone for good I want to be alone for good Wanting to hear her sleep with one eye closed, the other is watching closely. The thing is over. Don’t make me hate you, don’t make me **** you, I’ll **** you, I’ll **** you, I’ll **** you Out of my, out of my, out of my, out of my eye Look into my eyes
Aj
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Fort Lauderdale
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
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