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the red light of sin illuminated her ankles she, a thousand frisky demons comfort me as i yield blood eyes for switch blade kisses that push through retinas glass aperture dark girl with a penchant for hideous pleasures *** crimes like blatting pistons her mothers womb twisted with regret as i live in her hell ****** stare ********* talons that pierce ****** like diaphanous ribbons her **** floating angels and feet sweeten my face in subduing rituals of hard knocks getting her mood up for blowing **** loops my nose; her **** soaked door **** her ****** a squeeze hustle innocent fig strained mix meistering patterns of extruded clay; a pomade of raised bumpy torpedo's fingers to ***** ***** to fingers i run to her like bones of air and she teaches me in the blood of pandemonium to make ice in hell
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
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the red light of sin illuminated her ankles she, a thousand frisky demons comfort me as i yield blood eyes for switch blade kisses that push through retinas glass aperture dark girl with a penchant for hideous pleasures *** crimes like blatting pistons her mothers womb twisted with regret as i live in her hell ****** stare ********* talons that pierce ****** like diaphanous ribbons her **** floating angels and feet sweeten my face in subduing rituals of hard knocks getting her mood up for blowing **** loops my nose; her **** soaked door **** her ****** a squeeze hustle innocent fig strained mix meistering patterns of extruded clay; a pomade of raised bumpy torpedo's fingers to ***** ***** to fingers i run to her like bones of air and she teaches me in the blood of pandemonium to make ice in hell
I will not renounce my subjectivity in favor of a sealed objectivity
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
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