Poems from zebra black
love is a cruelall consuming intensitya dark crimewatch me crumbleat your feet
she thoughtcould it be moralitythats got her depressednot letting the devil outbeing hemmed intrying to be mommiesgood little girlno...
just because your deaddoesn't meani don't love you any more
at 69 i stand before a trailof dead women i have lovedbeautiful womenbrake your...
do you have a dark secretmy darlinga terrible braininstead of nice pussy pinkgirl thingsyou ache for bloody insertionscutting...
do the dance taboo booshake your hips for bongomove your sexy feeteat you like a ta
shake that pretty asstits all over the placeim crying...