Written by m ennenbach11/25/201811/26/2018 (un)titled ode XIX her lips across my throat like a razor her teeth come away crimson this is love by means of suicide Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... 2 thoughts on “(un)titled ode XIX” Pomegranate LikeLiked by 1 person Reply pomegranate LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
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