Pitted, deep-lined eyes
Rough as last night
Sharp as mirror, broke in two
Run me through
No ins, just out
Pumping ichor
Bucket my mouth
Satin-matte my dewiness
Skin so soft it sickens
Cut right through
Stretched outside
So in love
Wear me like a leather
Just for you
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