He tapped my shoulder
and whispered 'I'm the King of Kings'
A mouth with cum and blood
and gold and smoke in rings
With a scar across his chest
across his feet
I can't seem to get these stains
off of my sheet
A fever dream
is no less a dream
take my word and walk away
I never told you what to say
words do not suffice to outline this rich blast of sinster-slick sick slime. Leopards of Flower babies with their own unique voice that is all distinctive and beautiful.
☆faviAnt ☆♡daughterCult☆ via that PieceoFShovE ♧♡ ☆R●gR4f☆
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