verse 3 (feat. mommie), a poem i wrote with my mother, in turn, @ a diner. |
verse 3 (feat. mommie), a poem i wrote with my mother, in turn, @ a diner. |
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![]() castrate my cock why, why, why i need you you're a waste of good handwriting. edgar allen poe is a drunk shit-man and cognac lights the fire on your ugly face ransom your soul-sucking sisters' sandy bush. unleash beast breasts. unleash tart tongues. unleash the sea inside my rectum. soak the sponge of pubic bone, and bleach the bones with my love blood. |
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