stones in your eyes, stones in your eyes
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I'm John. I write things.
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I'm John. I write things.
Your sugar lips quickly turned to ink, and now my mouth is bleeding black all over. Spitting lines on loose-leaf never felt so refreshing, and they’re flowing like a fountain. Your forked-silver tounge and snakes for hair didn’t intimidate me a bit. You are the devil in the flesh, but when ours combines in a sea of sweat and lust, whose to say I’m not a bit malicious myself? The slight discomfort and irregularity in your chest will shortly pass, but the knife in your back is there to stay. Hells half-acre begins with a doormat marked “Welcome.” I’ve never felt more at home.
