run through the woods.
grandma's house
is just a smell of flowers
away. but you'll
never arrive because
you're too busy
fucking the wolf.
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4 comments:
hooray!
I'm glad you like.
damn.
i miss the reference, but i still enjoy it.
oh, what fun.
I too love whores...
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