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BDSMCommanding and adept your hands guide mine along / supple lips. / *Pausing*

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Slut.She's spent all the rent on / cigarettes and cider, / so pull out your cock and put

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My wee manI have a nephew who's full of life / Makes me happy in this shit life . / He is the rising sun

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Zyzzyva....Mangacould it be a testicle / like cotton buds / from the penis flower

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XXXMissing your lips / Below my hips / Little licks

@rosey-cheeks20

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WaitingPrepared to your liking / Trussed and bound / For you, I wait

@marcellinagrace15

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XXXThe sour grapes of death / Are brewed to make this wine / That God force feeds us

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BKavanaugh & the mystical, misogynist gang rape clubThe boy and the girl in the beautiful home of that bitch the stripper; / But her sister is studying music at school to get money / in the sense of prophetic elderly gentlemen standing in line waiting to kiss her leading to ruin on the Christmas cruises from the sexy club strippers Dreams of the original area; machines received the cold eye of a rich rainbow waiting for the genius of smell; Icarus the sickness activity in the daughter's drawers powerfully of the earth; a picture of Christ in his own language the birth of a letter, beginning with, as it were on the wall;

@johnny-noiπ46

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∆ Fck These Words ∆Fck these words, / no one really reads much anymore anyways, / thought we were on the precipice of a Literary Renaissance,

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To write ones nightmareIt was night as I woke to a choking to my throat / To a squeezing to my ribs / Binding my body

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Dumped on valentine's day was for the best.Oh my boyfriend of mine / He started to pine / Gosh he did wine

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UntitledMorphine & Cola, Mrs. I can't believe I told you this is, so exacerbating I Can't sleep; even this weather riles inside me as we weep. There wasn't Anything that'd have shown you. There hasn't been a single sprout of Showmanship, or the erstwhile philanthropy that needers' raise their Eyebrows to and to. This is the degree we know it. The subtle afterglow With everything that you've known, and while the snow settles on your Window sill. While winter rime binds its ice to the wheat, and every soft Little seedling sewn, whispers its final sentences before autumn while it Drifts itself to sleep. There were the cards and the faces of Jacks among Aces, places uplifted by China dishes of porcelain overflowing, like Tencel in socks, woven into the pockets of trousers. Where does the Mischief go while it certainly isn't ours, and the dandy light across your Temple bares a gleam. / Some things are enriching, but yet too sordid to stare at. While the game Is enriching, the pain is too much to bear, and whether in vain or Undressing, the likes of you, make these lips of mine much softer against Your finger tips. Tips of fingers, petals of flowers, baskets of fresh bread Baked with wheat flour- follow the noon bird, fancy a sit by a brook, and Listen for the whistle-less, whistling of a rook. / Grey is quite golden too. Like the same tencel that I've used, or the silken Web treated to a loom, like lightning bugs out for an early dance on the Afternoon. Seldom as moss on sidewalk path or the pangs of laughing Heart at mass. What does the new bird bring? The bride of this coming Spring? For every sugarcube we taste, we save ourselves from second Base. Dr. Narrod with a gentle touch, the inspection you love so much. The gentle morsels smoothed upon the hand. The girl-like woman with Her ewe-like lamb. "For all of you who wanted them 808s, can you feel that motherfucking bass. For all of those who wanted them 808s, can you feel that motherfucking bass. I like the way you move."

@martin-narrod30

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Propagandhilay low. / stay mellow for a second. / stellar stolen record

@soldamerican-26

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Straight Edge?He calls me / his bitch's quiet, / straight edge friend,

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a-cross my heart, in tears a pleasureA man born without wings into the ashes of a forest / dead leaves and a valley of butterflies / Bleached to be ethicless

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Hot fun in the summertimeIt's the Twilight of my favorite season / Summertime is slowly coming to a close / There are so many things left to discover and open

@neroameealucard14

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GenesisGenesis 4:6-7 / Verse 6. Then the Lord said to Cain, “Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast?” / Sin, our own sin, causes us to produce the fruits of the flesh; anger is one of many and it leads to destruction. God is asking Cain a question to which he already knows the answer to. Our loving and gracious Father desires for us to be free. To do this we must be honest, let go and speak freely to God and open up. Give your passed sin and wickedness to Jesus; He’s far more suitable to carry such a burden. Regret truly can weigh heavily on ones heart. I may not understand the regret of murder but I can understand hate and the regret that forms out of it. In 1 John 3:15 it says, “Anyone who hates a brother or sister is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life residing in him.” So to those who are, God asks, “why are you angry?” “Why is your face downcast?.”

@gallagher-harrison-goodland51

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FreezeShe answered the door half naked and almost woke. As I closed the door behind me slowly, she attempted the route to her bed until I interrupted "Stop right there! Put your hands up and place them against the wall. You look dangerous and I'm about to frisk you". She surrendered.

@DamareMcElmore4

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"xxx"perfection put out the light / you can't start a fire underwater / just because it feels right

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╰⊰✿ ́Crepe'✿⊱╮╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ / Honey pale and so whip-light / Hints of vanilla,

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Pedal stool. 2018 January xI miss my love , i once was a loving girl with heart on her sleeve, till I met a man that I thought was too good for me. / Many a night we shared our thoughts, / Layed our body on knaked lawns,

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x*ive been living on make out hill* / *ive been high on her touch instead of pills* / *she wont let me out of her hypnosis*

@gracespellman4

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Heart breakeMy subconscious is stuck on you / My thoughts hate you / My heart still feels you

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