Wolfgang John Andrew Dalgleish

Rookie (12/28/84 / Seattle)

Licking Wounds

a breath and two fingers away from death
your tragic touch will never wash off these arms
your lies spreading my limbs to put you in
your bite & moan told of satisfaction to cum
sitting in the bottom of a spoon, never patient enough
While other peoples money burnt marks into my arms
you took everything i loved & left me numb & terrible
nodding off my dreams rotted
always sick always sweating

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