Jul 02, 2005 14:55
an entire year of you in a single speck of blood. she told me seman taste like chemicals. finding the bruses across her cheast, open her legs and seek confessions between her thighs. speak to me in epical rythm as the moon covers the sun and the coffen door closes,the blood streak down your face was perfect, where has it gone.
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