could never catch mine
we see him
in
the
mirror

all the time
he knows
my style
they
are
word stalker

he tells me this
my *******
get hard
caress
my
*******

he loves my
down there
he loves
me
every where


he caught me in an corner
his grip on my neck forced me back
fans felt blood start to streak
he ripped
off
my
*******

he forces his self in me

my my my
my
my
my
mind

what clouds
of
horror

what moons
of
disbelieve

this feeling






my thumbs find his eyes
force his eyeballs
form their
socket
he
release me

his violent screams
now
i
am
he crazy
?





















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