she has gloves with owl faces she has a vixen's tail she has long sleeves and aces she speaks greek and says "hail" or is that latin? she has soft and satin stains on her fingers has no bullseyes for her triggers she has G spots and cords like a cherry-lip harmonic she has cons of all sorts and pros are petty and ironic and all the pretty yesterdays she puts on an oven and dreams of the faraways and fraternities and an idealistic coven she bakes her past and onion rings with the crunchy crust I serve her my smoke rings and tofu wings she deserves it, my sunshine: with her marshmallow teeth and lether jacket of mine when I let her wear it, when I let her breath if I cut her open I'll find peanut butter inside if she keeps her mouth open I'll bring all her dirty laundry outside she has angles and pimples ugly and blessed like a baby she whimpers and lingers to my chest like a Siamese cat domestic feline. she has scarecrow clothes booms, brooms and bread loaves she has crisps "Walkers" and street walkers in the brothel of her shiny-whiny mind she is one of the stalkers she has a skeleton under dress to hide she has an infantile dreamish dream to fleeshly flee she has rose glasses to see she has her priest's permission to be but to her brave new world the key - she has me
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08.11.2014 в 23:25опять у тебя режим сида-гомосексуалиста, браво, браво, браво!
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09.11.2014 в 22:05she has gloves with owl faces
she has a vixen's tail
she has long sleeves and aces
she speaks greek and says "hail"
or is that latin?
she has soft and satin
stains on her fingers
has no bullseyes for her triggers
she has G spots and cords
like a cherry-lip harmonic
she has cons of all sorts
and pros are petty and ironic
and all the pretty yesterdays
she puts on an oven
and dreams of the faraways
and fraternities and an idealistic coven
she bakes her past
and onion rings
with the crunchy crust
I serve her my smoke rings
and tofu wings
she deserves it, my sunshine:
with her marshmallow teeth
and lether jacket of mine
when I let her wear it, when I let her breath
if I cut her open
I'll find peanut butter inside
if she keeps her mouth open
I'll bring all her dirty laundry outside
she has angles and pimples
ugly and blessed
like a baby she whimpers
and lingers to my chest
like a Siamese cat domestic feline.
she has scarecrow clothes
booms, brooms and bread loaves
she has crisps "Walkers" and street walkers
in the brothel of her shiny-whiny mind
she is one of the stalkers
she has a skeleton under dress to hide
she has an infantile dreamish dream to fleeshly flee
she has rose glasses to see
she has her priest's permission to be
but to her brave new world the key -
she has me
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09.11.2014 в 23:12I'd expect no less of you, darling
and pros are petty and ironic
Wow. This is a song.
That was a good good one
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09.11.2014 в 23:38its the lack of proper response that beats me