Stagnant Mood

Emotions of loathsome…
His still fresh c*ck smell on your face
Is tormenting and unpleasant I wish it was mine
I torture my limbs for the same ecstasy
I tattooed myself green today
I think it goes well with your empty eyes

By Rian Vorster
Published: 4/12/2008

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