In this little world of yours,
Mind being fucked, you beg outdoors,
The clear wide space and sweet impression
Of latent whores. Repression.
As you flutter like a butterfly,
Somewhere low, somewhere high -
Throw the bullets in the sky, bitch,
Kiss me hard. I'll bite.
Your words make mind to cum,
Soul wants to fucking die.
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