she holds
defile me and make us holy with peroxide curls, face, and hands head down, hair like an animal opened up and bent move in with the family four sit with smiles and trust while duvets morning motion shows strychnine-laced dreams of sweat summon the serpent vomit tongue tied show me you want me make me your man
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