Liz Isenberg
The Year I Died
he came home late and jacked off next to me in bedand you can playyou can lieyou can do a lot of thingslike whisper in my eargee I wish we were fucking insteadI feel deadohhhhhahhhhhhhahhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhh ohohhhhhhohhhhhhh ohahhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhh ohahhhhhhhh ahhhahhhhhhhhhhhh ohahhhhhhhhhhh ohahhhhhhhhhhh oh
From Letras Mania