My writing is like the color of your face when I fuck you,The flash of the paparrazzi,The shame you could never live down,The whispers of angels that never reached your ears. Thank you, goodnight.
My writing is like the color of your face when I fuck you,
The flash of the paparrazzi,
The shame you could never live down,
The whispers of angels that never reached your ears.
Thank you, goodnight.
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