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• Artiste: Locale A.M.
• Titre: Janice Webb
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This weekend i lost my protection while laying to rest i found them on the floor staring silently, just watching my soul undress but i've my vulnerability now though as change takes it's course virginity returns to a soiled body to be taken away once more when i say soiled, i mean filthy, infected in every pore diseased with lust, bankrupt of trust, with a handful of festering sores that cant stop oozing the scents of random skirts all causing my skin to burn that contract and return back to my arteries then react and force me to learn until i'm gathering criteria to be a better leper first the shells then my dick, then my heart feels better to be governed by the hollow with an absence of me, instead of a faint memory slow it down do you hear the words your saying and i said dont know how i dry my eyes and sit down take a breath to clear my conscience and he said you know now i dry my eyes slow it down do you hear the words your saying, and he said don't know how he dried his eyes and said where do you go to sit and enjoy the privacy? that you claim i need today where do you go? cus i just cant seem to get away. from this mess i made today