Amok-Insanity in a murderous frenzy
My pith transcends to an encounter with your skin, amok.
Transcends to each single word been said, to any plaint been moan by a ******
My skin it’s only a vignette of the universe, a tattooed moon in God’s scapula.
Endures to the bites of the madness, transcends to the existence itself.
My pith has wings, and it’s like the smoke of the cigarrete I’m smoking with you.
Free.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Amok-Insanity in a murderous frenzy
My pith transcends to an encounter with your skin, amok.
Transcends to each single word been said, to any plaint been moan by a ******
My skin it’s only a vignette of the universe, a tattooed moon in God’s scapula.
Endures to the bites of the madness, transcends to the existence itself.
My pith has wings, and it’s like the smoke of the cigarrete I’m smoking with you.
Free.
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