in out, in out,
**a pain of preposition repetitions
teaches the celluloid torture of ocean green eyes**
::: I take only truth from her sea foam gaze (and from her lips a lonely lie)
**Is the imitation of repeated mistakes still the
sincerest form of flattery?**
**Are the cutting hematic glances of invisable ink
designed to Draw and Quarter me**?
If so, let the blood letting begin miss
With a sketched Steel Heart , I puppy dog pursue you with a pirouette pen, spun into your Iron Maiden.
and as Thumb Screws and finger blues
replace those bite, **** fantasies, I marvel with appreciation at my favorite mistake.
No one does cold like her
cdh
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
in out, in out,
**a pain of preposition repetitions
teaches the celluloid torture of ocean green eyes**
::: I take only truth from her sea foam gaze (and from her lips a lonely lie)
**Is the imitation of repeated mistakes still the
sincerest form of flattery?**
**Are the cutting hematic glances of invisable ink
designed to Draw and Quarter me**?
If so, let the blood letting begin miss
With a sketched Steel Heart , I puppy dog pursue you with a pirouette pen, spun into your Iron Maiden.
and as Thumb Screws and finger blues
replace those bite, **** fantasies, I marvel with appreciation at my favorite mistake.
No one does cold like her
cdh
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