end product repression

Mon, 02/15/2016 - 06:25 -- moscout

cold hands which anchor a young daughter's soul 

the introduction to a labyrinth never ending

yet what is love but a mere property of The man

in which case i will always belong to thee

he makes hell a warm bed that takes

and takes 

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