Teeth, don't leave!
Spite the white liquid
from my bosom's sleeve
Teeth, please stay!
Spite the white Angel
me arms doth sway
I'm a slave to her lips
as she grips to my heart
and to my twisted hips
can no wits will apart
a mother's wild love
for her child or her art
Samstag, 28. Juli 2012
Abonnieren
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