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I am your end
gripping you ripping you
I tare your flesh clumps
fall to the floor,I rip a hole
in your throat so I can really
throat fuck you and as I do
I continue to rip and tare till
some of your bones are laid
bare blood and body fluids
everywhere, you are a sheep
for which I do not care
I tare your flesh clumps
fall to the floor,I rip a hole
in your throat so I can really
throat fuck you and as I do
I continue to rip and tare till
some of your bones are laid
bare blood and body fluids
everywhere, you are a sheep
for which I do not care
Published 23rd Nov 2015
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Anonymous
23rd Nov 2015 11:24pm
. . .and even Wolves Get the Fucking Blues!. . .Enjoyed. . .xo, Devlin.
23rd Nov 2015 11:28pm
