You..you bleed through my sufferings,
your whispers are not creating any
erotic sensation in my flesh or bones,
When you touch my blossom
I vomit..
What happened to you and me?
Where is our halcyon days?
Where is those nights,
when my aroma turned into yours?
I pester
I weep
I vomit and I circle..
your whispers are not creating any
erotic sensation in my flesh or bones,
When you touch my blossom
I vomit..
What happened to you and me?
Where is our halcyon days?
Where is those nights,
when my aroma turned into yours?
I pester
I weep
I vomit and I circle..
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