Can I make one feel as if they are dead dreaming of a thorn and being in black on the wings of something obsidian nearing the stones where I will bed in the clover of something sweet Echos of the dead ringing in my ears as I think of your lips on my cock plucking life from my manhood milking my mettle with your lips raising my hips Writing in braille and covered by veil as ghosts give me
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