Clenching blade in teethBreathing barely, stiffFearful of possibility to be foundSole traitor to still stick around They walk off and awayA moment of breather, though

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Clenching blade in teethBreathing barely, stiffFearful of possibility to be foundSole traitor to still stick around They walk off and awayA moment of breather, though
Left out in wind and endless skySoul stretching out in wonderTry tasting dry-dry sandAnd tell me where to plunder This land of gods of old
I taste her skin – disgustingYet I indulge in thrustingWet sounds and mewls resideI hate, despise this side Day in, day out – I workMy
With flickers of the swords against the hallAnd dribble of the blood, around, in sightThe battle of the great resumedAll that it touched – it
Dinner in a restaurantDim red lights aroundShe’s in tight qipao dressI try not drop my mouth “I’ve heard them say,Well, if I may, In secret,That