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And so it repeats...
Shaken!
I will bite my lip til it is pierced.
and through spiderlegs I shall leer...
Sneaking peeks and twitching limbs
You are my game.
Rabid!
Hemic embrace of thorns;
forever I loll in your rimy balm
To force this is not my hearts' intent
but cave into me dear, make it quick!
Shaken!
I have severed my tongue
Sprawl me upon that mattress of moss
Gaping, my eyes streem off porcelien.
You have left me absolutely naught!
I will bite my lip til it is pierced.
and through spiderlegs I shall leer...
Sneaking peeks and twitching limbs
You are my game.
Rabid!
Hemic embrace of thorns;
forever I loll in your rimy balm
To force this is not my hearts' intent
but cave into me dear, make it quick!
Shaken!
I have severed my tongue
Sprawl me upon that mattress of moss
Gaping, my eyes streem off porcelien.
You have left me absolutely naught!
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