mothers come inside the club w/ their kids to rock;
writing & painting don't matter here;
turning deep w/ skin like stone
the small Russian hearts wet & perfect,
getting busy w/ strangers w/ strange accents;
mothers of Russian origin wearing ********
t-shirts that show off their back tattoos;
leaving the state-soul dancing,
looking prettily at the water by the
window
[eating blonde modern society]
her lips at best running into his smoking arms;
walking on ***** legs filled w/ blind virgins,
sure, found unconscious on the floor
in her year at French dream school w/ her books;
brought home to her brother waiting to **** her
**** caring friends; speaking
freely but wrong; their lives brown secret
met stupid [ ] Gina who wrote graffiti all over
the cool painting;
***** is a genius, he asked for her brain
to smell his story a long
time ago at her birth, her mother
died; [it was a guy's
ode to yellow married music]
drinking at the evil club &
falling for her,
[watching & eating,
mankind turning to
silver, in walked Christ
talking of his origin to the mirror;
reading her flesh, she started getting
****** up in the house
& tore off her *******
like a Latina, [straight up ** (no connection)]
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
mothers come inside the club w/ their kids to rock;
writing & painting don't matter here;
turning deep w/ skin like stone
the small Russian hearts wet & perfect,
getting busy w/ strangers w/ strange accents;
mothers of Russian origin wearing ********
t-shirts that show off their back tattoos;
leaving the state-soul dancing,
looking prettily at the water by the
window
[eating blonde modern society]
her lips at best running into his smoking arms;
walking on ***** legs filled w/ blind virgins,
sure, found unconscious on the floor
in her year at French dream school w/ her books;
brought home to her brother waiting to **** her
**** caring friends; speaking
freely but wrong; their lives brown secret
met stupid [ ] Gina who wrote graffiti all over
the cool painting;
***** is a genius, he asked for her brain
to smell his story a long
time ago at her birth, her mother
died; [it was a guy's
ode to yellow married music]
drinking at the evil club &
falling for her,
[watching & eating,
mankind turning to
silver, in walked Christ
talking of his origin to the mirror;
reading her flesh, she started getting
****** up in the house
& tore off her *******
like a Latina, [straight up ** (no connection)]
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