Friday, 25 September 2015

All That She Can Do


I burn,
You suffer,
He dies and she smiles.
We fuck,
I explore,
Live life and she carries.
I am symmetry,
Built for you,
Custom made and she owns it.
I drown,
I die,
She kills and she leaves.

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