"epil" poems
There it ended in the coffee shop.
A ****** of a nymphet by someone's hands,
or rather a death by a demon's will!
It is utmost tragedy that it was evil
chasing the helpless nymphet-
a young girl blinded by trust,
a pure soul stained by betrayal!
It is without a doubt a ****** killing-
not neverending but also not always occurring!
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC