im quick learning lessons form the devil but can't decide whether i arrived or was contrived
i view so many faces form a tower up above neglected inner wants and hungers for what i love
cluttered bunched black eyed and voiceless i fill up the sugar cup to stay up at night in my black upabove
where my face is a moon full of craters with crummy eyes and cyst thighs a perfect beacon for the fictionettes who spread their legs wide open on the plasma embodiments of everything i hide about my self today
hips rashed elastic crowded barely wrenched in to my upmost ambition for attraction so i nurse fellow wilted and the withered shallow love smut love our love in my black upabove
my face is a room full of mirrors with crummy eyes and blistered thighs a bent brain full of lies a beacon for the fiction body voodoo embodiments in morbid tense misplace your grace to chase your copafaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
