poem

my damned breathen bruised and beautiful your perversions no longer fill you sickened, diseased deviant, devoted such pretty little tarts let me tear you apart unclean, impure, void, defiled submit to violation domination, penetration down on your knees let me hear you say please beg for it all such obediant sluts wanting abuse delicious whores put to good use you vicious little fucks down on your luck open yourselves wide there’s nowhere to hide.
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