Do not help me, or even try.
I’ll spit in your face, aiming for your eye.
Each thrust you make into my soul, rends remaining virgin flesh.
Again I’ll fall into your arms.
Making lullabies of all the alarms.
I’ll promise my dreams to be nightmares, my descent into sleep a fall.
Let me see your face when I close my [...]
Mon, November 12, 2007 - 4:52 AM
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