Coming Down

13. february 2016 at 13:17
I found god
I found him in a lover
When his hair falls in his face
And his hands so cold they shake
I found the devil
I found him in a lover
And his lips like tangerines
In his color-coded speak
Now we're lost somewhere in outer space
In a hotel room where demons play
They run around beneath our feet
We roll around beneath these sheets
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I found a martyr
He told me that I'd never
With his educated eyes
And his head between my thighs
 

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1 Nemesis Nemesis | Web | 14. february 2016 at 16:38 | React

sex

2 Peter Peter | 17. february 2016 at 9:39 | React

Eternal sleep!!!

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