YOU DON'T KNOW ME, YOU DON'T KNOW ME

 

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You don’t know me, you don’t know me

the soul writhes totally involved in this game

against the stream however the eyes dream on

of other pleasures stronger than the poison.

You fall into routine. What are you thinking

about, wrapped in your impotent thoughts?

My blushing, pouting cunt greets you strangely

sweet. You languish lanky like a dog on a leash

of some foreign powers and you feel small

and insignificant tormented by sufferings,

robotic confusion. No repentance comes

crashing down on you. He snarled, whimpered

and caressed her big toe with his mouth.   

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