my tounge eviscerated her
unfinished poems tumbled down her porcelain throat
her eyes rolled
her pain filled my notebook
complimenting scars created by her cat of nine tails
Corporate B-boyism at its Finest
my tounge eviscerated her
unfinished poems tumbled down her porcelain throat
her eyes rolled
her pain filled my notebook
complimenting scars created by her cat of nine tails
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