Abject GenteelAbject Genteel
it starts off all twisted, artistic and meek. the sheets in a tangle, we tangoed, in the sleek night. our wrists chained to floarboards, im pumping. again, oh im thumping.
along
past my collarbone's palindrome, (that sensitive hollow) making impressions in memory foam. onetwo, and threefour. yes, go on- rest your head here, and read what you wrote. remember last night,
when that spot in my chest soared up past my throat, and the light in your eyes swallowed my conscience alive, oh god- and we burned,
with th
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All I know is that I know nothing.
I m glad u likede my
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