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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!
Written by SychophanticSlag
Published | Edited 24th Nov 2011
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