Wordwhoring Flutter by Posted by mentalexotica on October 21, 2005September 7, 2022 There is no we when there is only me. Your name is permanent upon my breast. Next month I put it to the test. Next month I bleed myself a tattoo So we can always remember you. It’s going to be a butterfly. Now I can live and let you die. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related