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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to 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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