Madness! Slowly the single hand moves down to violate. Furiously tossing out a skin crime. Our sad delinquency; a beautiful child heavily sleeping. We are but children dreaming that we are vikings on a quest for love. Yet we sit unawakened, unconsciously opening doors and thrusting at the lonely air. In dark boxes we force a fuck. Burning death out into the day. No longer hoping to see a smiling face.


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