You've built kilometers of defenses, not numbed by oppression. You want to be adored, my beautiful and silent girl, and you hate beign aggressively objectified, so you want to be left alone when you get bored of it.
Money and lust is the root of all that perishes. you wake up crying and don't know why. You get up and go lay down inside, don't have to size up every person I meet.
no one will ever know, some demons are women. no one, sweetshine.
It's different for you, you're a mercurial creature rather than sexual material. Below and above, some inside you are demons, all in you are goddesses. You don't spit, don't piss, and don't call after throw. Why you like chaos and mystery? And then you mix them together. Although I don't feel it right, maybe for a minute or two, I can make you laugh, but can't make you feel the way that I do.
no one will ever know, please let me stay, shiny and new. Let's open the portal of nine thousand loveful pussies and cocks.
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