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Inked

The paper like  
a cold frigid bitch  
refuses to spread her legs  
 
and receive the ink  
I want to spill insider her  
prying her legs open  
 
I engrave my thoughts  
with a razor blade  
carving my name  
 
on her inner folds  
yes Crimsin was here  
pumping my fire  
 
into her inner walls  
making her cream  
on the screen for all to see  
 
loving the voyeurs  
now trained to eagerly  
spread eagle  
 
when my pen needs to bleed  
 
 
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 26th Oct 2013
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