with a dry throat
I finger fuck you
my bone splinters
and I beg you to keep it
not even the heroin aficionados
know an addiction like this
they don't know the fucking half of it
what they do know is
that this street is my bed
and where I spit
is where I lay my finished head
they know our names
and they know about
the time I molested myself in public
they know about the
prescription drug love affair
and the night I amused myself
by throwing empty beer bottles
from a second story window
but they will never know
how good it feels to
decompose inside of you
they overdosed
the night I choked you
and fell asleep in my car
I'm sure they would have
heard about that too













Comments
heard about that too
"I'm sure they would have" is what you meant.
Another great poem, I love it. So crude and descriptive.
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I LOVE NARUTO
and thank you very much.
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I LOVE NARUTO
'with a dry throat
I finger fuck you
my bone splinters
and I beg you to keep it'
and that would make a lovely piece of jewellery! x
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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