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make your grave the lap on my thighs... your open casket coffin calls for the nip of your soft rotting flesh on its skin if i have to hold you while fleeting, decaying losing yourself alive... i'd rather be mother death forever still watching over you.
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
one with the flies.
make your grave the lap on my thighs... your open casket coffin calls for the nip of your soft rotting flesh on its skin if i have to hold you while fleeting, decaying losing yourself alive... i'd rather be mother death forever still watching over you.
S E N D M O A R G A S O L I N E i need much edge. thanks i guess.
#rotting#decay#slip#love#chained#opencasket
fake_ian--G1100
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fake_ian--G1100
Gender Fluid/Philippines
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
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