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Sonata Tongue - with xinaskirt
Touched by twilight's dementia
And my old blue eyes
As you touch the keys to my spine
With your moonlight sonata tongue
As your fingers bury the hatchet
Dripping blood into your cunt's tureen
I forget everything, sweet amnesia
Turning the keys I hear you crack.
Singing tunes to the sound breaks
I always bury the hatchet deeply
And this is forever, you died in me
Soaking up semen and little fish
And my old blue eyes
As you touch the keys to my spine
With your moonlight sonata tongue
As your fingers bury the hatchet
Dripping blood into your cunt's tureen
I forget everything, sweet amnesia
Turning the keys I hear you crack.
Singing tunes to the sound breaks
I always bury the hatchet deeply
And this is forever, you died in me
Soaking up semen and little fish
Published 19th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Thank you xinaskirt for collaborating.
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19th Jun 2022 6:38pm
19th Jun 2022 6:39pm
19th Jun 2022 6:53pm
The darkness has a language of its own and when you speak it fluently it writes itself.
I really enjoyed burying the hatchet deeply and all the red ink that flowed from it.
I really enjoyed burying the hatchet deeply and all the red ink that flowed from it.
19th Jun 2022 7:05pm
