Insanity [Part 2]
Your skin is so warm, so soft to my touch, but you don't need it. Bones are enough. hence let us be rid of this thin little coat, in a matter of moments, it will be remote. of course when it is gone, your blood is so free to fall. After these moments, you won't last long at all. I suppose then in that case, you won't need you tongue. My my, your misery is so very fun.
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BleedingSoulposted on 11/03/2007
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