A revolver bangs a silk bull
bucks her hanging
tactic steers away a million tongues
The nearest to heaven is your ****
that dances on a detergent blood vessel
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
A revolver bangs a silk bull
bucks her hanging
tactic steers away a million tongues
The nearest to heaven is your ****
that dances on a detergent blood vessel
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