WHI
te, .... your waiting hands are so
like shins gently bruised
a pressure of lovely bedded ladies
what else? he's a war of nice arrogance. a boy like
purple
and he's me. we, we're we,re i; i'm he and we sweat with a demon
in the spiraling helix of our
dna
how can i **** this kind murder?my desire for some other fruit.
it's esoteric
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
WHI
te, .... your waiting hands are so
like shins gently bruised
a pressure of lovely bedded ladies
what else? he's a war of nice arrogance. a boy like
purple
and he's me. we, we're we,re i; i'm he and we sweat with a demon
in the spiraling helix of our
dna
how can i **** this kind murder?my desire for some other fruit.
it's esoteric
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