- Erotic Poetry
- Whore
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O' Gallows, to the hunt for my exulansis
vulture's feasting on my river, where hang the balance of red light
they scream Satan! Witch! Whore! ~ I'm just lonely in this chaotic chamber this, Amazonian birdhouse of diabolical pets wrapped in gross rot
I am not a slave but a worshipper of the sun on this pitiful moon
where to behold a halo is to betray these ratchet rat bitch hoes
I swim, yeah I swim, around this canopy tied offspring reel em' and weep as she sits on my face to the road of ecstasy in which my every outcry of horror from smells too unkempt to fathom has made me mad with contempt, I must leave but to where? how about nowhere? how about anywhere? everywhere? depression is shot dead by modus and exodus, to grow... alone... with a favor from my favorite whore
"come"
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