flagellation of self-addiction
sex stains on grass panes hanging around discarded condoms on walls of soil eroded years and spent tears bitter sweet rotten flesh disembowelled dreams corrupts faith while prostituted souls deny themselves as self flagellation becomes a vice of re-cycled pain...
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leigh
just someone who loves playing with words...
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