What it was
it was like someone licking the back of my eyeballs my prehistoric genes quietly moaning just for looking at the poor girl but the cut of her face and the eyes nothing overtly beautiful or sensual But not normal. By all that is holy no She was forcing me not to want or need her but to worship, feed her
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toji1970
My poetry can be dark at times I am however quite a cheerful person. I\'ve been writing since 1 was sixteen and I\'ve taken breaks but never really stopped I love it.
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