
If death comes
with cold hands
damped by lusts
sour sorrow spanked
to drench you
I’ll sword pull
chop those hands
bake bounty band
serve your breakfast
death be warned
less be pawn
to lovers’ sworn
can’t share her
even with her.
19:11:11:12:05
Wow like wow
Speechless
It is beautiful every word is real and touching
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Thanks babe
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