Reheat my corpse with a mo(u) rning shower.
I always knew oysters could be just some sort of cold fish.
Hush my little darling,
don't puke.
Remembering some vertical discotheque smile
wrapping her meat around my steel blade.
Hush my little darling,
don't puke.
Oh, no
I'm a coward
I won't cut painful
I'm such a slave to my dick.
Hush my little darling,
don't puke.
Nightwings covered it all up.
Hush...
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