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prison sex was simpler when i was a boy
bound up n’ gagged n’ gagged up and bound
by lungs and lisps, lips, wrists and tits
up here we fuck garbed in barbs
and the sound echoes
like a thousand gasping, grasping thoughts
up here we twist suspended from hooks
and the truth only hurts if you dare to look down
i choose to let it all bleed out
and pool beneath our gaudy, gaudy boots
Published 1st Jan 2013
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1st Jan 2013 11:59am
yessir Caliba.....
eye see why ye reSonate wit my rites...
welcome to DUP...where elite
meat
t'bleat
eye see why ye reSonate wit my rites...
welcome to DUP...where elite
meat
t'bleat
