![]() yiddish ramble; deluxeA Poem by winter;lyra
holy ghost
you don't growl my thorn is like my windpipe your scorn is like my shitpipe hedonist enterprise cultist spit G-lie chaplain you ain't called sire ahah i best demons in my sleep during workdays i speak yiddish crisp lick my tongue inside my mouth like is it? crisp kill my mind inside my temple like is it? sick © 2018 winter;lyra |
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Added on June 10, 2018 Last Updated on June 10, 2018 Author
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