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Handsome Leaches

The peversions of my past
haunt me, cloaked in memories of
premature orgasms &
venereal nights in unmonitored rooms,
absorbed in fascination by 
the strangely handsome leaches,
suckling on the blood of my purity.

Full body convulsions screaming yes,
never realisng that my milometer
should have warned them
no.

◄ The Sad Boy Orchestra

Three Kisses for Betrayal, Two for Spite ►

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