Monday, July 9, 2018

Legs.

The thing I love most in the world
It's your legs
Imagined since I've had memory use

The perfect woman
The ideal whore

But when I discover your stone character
Everything is destroyed

I'm left out in the cold
Floating

Paris, your place in the world

Slaughtered and helpless

My condolences to them

My condoms for you

Beautiful bitch
Leave the silence
And come with me
That I have a thousand sighs to give you
And a thousand promises
That I never
I'm going to meet

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