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I walk along the breasted path
The flesh filled dream the swarthy skin
I love the dance of innocence
The dark red eyes
The knife scarred face
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The neon stars above the beach
The gentle moans of lovers still
Call to me to be among
The *** soaked smell of pumping hips
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To see again those drug glazed eyes !
To hear of dreams and fantacies
A day not at the factory
A night not at the prison wall
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Oh my love ! Now ! We meet !
Your perfect form Your open mouth
An escape from living hell
Is your aura's holy spell
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A moment here between the time
Of rebirth's song and urgent death
Your heaving ******* your swarthy skin
The fleshly dream of innocence
The dark red eyes
The knife scarred face
The way you moan as you pump your hips
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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I walk along the breasted path
The flesh filled dream the swarthy skin
I love the dance of innocence
The dark red eyes
The knife scarred face
////
The neon stars above the beach
The gentle moans of lovers still
Call to me to be among
The *** soaked smell of pumping hips
////
To see again those drug glazed eyes !
To hear of dreams and fantacies
A day not at the factory
A night not at the prison wall
////
Oh my love ! Now ! We meet !
Your perfect form Your open mouth
An escape from living hell
Is your aura's holy spell
//
A moment here between the time
Of rebirth's song and urgent death
Your heaving ******* your swarthy skin
The fleshly dream of innocence
The dark red eyes
The knife scarred face
The way you moan as you pump your hips