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VOLSTACE EN IM PIQUE.
WHOA, CONTROL.
THE SOUL UNFOLDS UNDER A SALTY MOON.
I WILL GIVE YOU FLOWERS SOME AFTERNOON.
PROMISE YOU THAT THE NIGHT WILL REMAIN CALM.
THE SWEET EMBRACE, THE SEVERED SKIN.
THE HAPPINESS THAT I LIVE FOR SINGS ME SWEET SONGS,
OF BATTERED COCK REJOICES.
WHOA CONTROL.
SAVE THE SOUL YET I CANNOT LET GO.
MELODIES ARE PLACED ON TOP OF ME.
LASER EYES FLICKER UNTO THE UNDEAD REHEARSAL.
THE CAST ALL STRUNG UP LIKE PUPPETS.
Volstace en im pique.
Overwhelmed on top of me.
Sat there smiling, though we can't stand up sodomy.
Trickery stopped it's foolished past.
The one step at a time goes bad.
Give a slight sniff to my ass.
Awful problem stinky gas.
THE SOUL UNFOLDS UNDER A SALTY MOON.
I WILL GIVE YOU FLOWERS SOME AFTERNOON.
PROMISE YOU THAT THE NIGHT WILL REMAIN CALM.
THE SWEET EMBRACE, THE SEVERED SKIN.
THE HAPPINESS THAT I LIVE FOR SINGS ME SWEET SONGS,
OF BATTERED COCK REJOICES.
WHOA CONTROL.
SAVE THE SOUL YET I CANNOT LET GO.
MELODIES ARE PLACED ON TOP OF ME.
LASER EYES FLICKER UNTO THE UNDEAD REHEARSAL.
THE CAST ALL STRUNG UP LIKE PUPPETS.
Volstace en im pique.
Overwhelmed on top of me.
Sat there smiling, though we can't stand up sodomy.
Trickery stopped it's foolished past.
The one step at a time goes bad.
Give a slight sniff to my ass.
Awful problem stinky gas.
Published 5th Feb 2014
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