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Truths.
When we kiss
I have to ditch
This fleshy fleece
That I have stitched
From rotten film-clips
Fake, thick blood,
When I’m under you
I’ll praise my God.
You and me,
We are like
Heathcliff and Edgar
This subtle strike;
Pissing on
Bronte Bias -
Constant lust
Alike the pious.
This vein of love
I’ll decapitate
Good isn’t helpful,
It abdicates,
When in submission;
Fucking pussy
When I’m in submission
I’m never fussy.
I truly need you
Aloof as you are,
I’ve always had a thing for a man with a thing for guitar.
I have to ditch
This fleshy fleece
That I have stitched
From rotten film-clips
Fake, thick blood,
When I’m under you
I’ll praise my God.
You and me,
We are like
Heathcliff and Edgar
This subtle strike;
Pissing on
Bronte Bias -
Constant lust
Alike the pious.
This vein of love
I’ll decapitate
Good isn’t helpful,
It abdicates,
When in submission;
Fucking pussy
When I’m in submission
I’m never fussy.
I truly need you
Aloof as you are,
I’ve always had a thing for a man with a thing for guitar.
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