Tiago's words
cut like knives
but oddly now
they make me feel right
Tiago's words
are way too much
but I scratch
I can see where possibly I am
They soak me like an emergency
They are made of three quarters pain
And the rest pure life.
Maybe Tiago is right.
His words are like light
In such a pitch black night
You could be using me
playing with me
A non-loving Humbert
for this ever nymphet
you'd be
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Tiago's words
cut like knives
but oddly now
they make me feel right
Tiago's words
are way too much
but I scratch
I can see where possibly I am
They soak me like an emergency
They are made of three quarters pain
And the rest pure life.
Maybe Tiago is right.
His words are like light
In such a pitch black night
You could be using me
playing with me
A non-loving Humbert
for this ever nymphet
you'd be
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