Aren't you a perfect little fucking bitch?
Pretending you've been away
Taking some vacation, enjoying the holiday
And then, out of nowhere, choking me
Until everything becomes dark again.
Covered by your cadaveric grace.
Eaten by your bleach-white, dirt-black, creepy smile.
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Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
