Alfred the world,
Alfred the world is a strange thing,
a warm ball,
a piece of heaven between the tooth
of a piece of day between the legs,
a broken sun between the white tong Alfred,
and I only wanted to clean with
the pink ******* of girls the broken glass of the days,
but in a few minutes the mirror would get ***** again
and everything was the same.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
Alfred the world,
Alfred the world is a strange thing,
a warm ball,
a piece of heaven between the tooth
of a piece of day between the legs,
a broken sun between the white tong Alfred,
and I only wanted to clean with
the pink ******* of girls the broken glass of the days,
but in a few minutes the mirror would get ***** again
and everything was the same.
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