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Poem
Just me between the covers with tiny, miniscule pin pricks running up and down my legs. Pin pricks on my arms and tummy, pin pricks; they won't go away. And I let them p***k, and p***k, and p***k, it almost begins to madden. As they p***k, and p***k, and p***k. Just me and these tiny, miniscule pin pricks with my mind starting to blacken, with my breath only escaping in a continuous flow. It isn't normal for your skin to p***k and p***k so.
 Wicked Alyce · Wed Mar 06, 2013 @ 08:58pm · 0 Comments |
