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how devils are madeYou pick the feathers from your flesh...how devils are made
the more you pick the lighter you became the start of an alluring human creation
falling down to expel your godly status for your selfishness
best describe as the greatest mistake you will ever make
so tear that flesh just because you cant stand it...
now the blood will start as the climax creeps up...
feathers stained red drift to the ground...
tears roll down your fair skin
as you look up from where you once belonged
fallen to the ground
huddled over you scream to say you have refused defeat
by ~kokodojo
Necrophiliainside her. so felt so beautiful.Necrophilia
in her picture perfect pose.
please dont move.
stay like that forever.
inside her..her warmth...
her insides against this fingers.
penetrated.
he was speechless
and it was intense
she was coming undone..
from the inside out.
no words from her, she stayed perfectly still as he came.
and his fingers still played with her as it happened...
you felt great my lady he said
while leaving her.
and as they lie together in bed.
in the fluids gone astray &nbs
by ~kokodojo
this should be in scrapspick the feathers from your flesh the more you pick the lighter you become a beautiful human you will become.this should be in scraps
expel your godly status
best described as the greatest mistake you will ever make
so tear that flesh just because you cant stand it...
the blood will start when the climax creeps up...
feathers stained red fall to the ground...
tears fall down..as you look up...
tighten your grip..to keep tearing feathers
fallen to the ground
huddled over you scream to say you have refused defeat...
"im not fallen" screamed thru miserable shrie
by ~kokodojo
:no:titleShe mistook the passing cars for shooting stars:no:title
Saw the amber moon slowly start to die
The effect of her tears made that night..
feel beautiful...
Holding her breath, waiting.
Could she face what had been done?
Could she face the eyes of everyone?
She had become the word she feared...
She was now her worst fear.
Her heart had become a cold steal trap.
She is only good on her back.
She was a night-time memory most would regret
Memories she wished s
by ~kokodojo
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- Current Residence: ct of the us
- Interests: stating the obvious...
- Favourite movie: movies that dull the mind and take me away
- Favourite band or musician: emilie autumn, murder by death, poe, tom petty, billy joel, slunt, jimmies chicken shack
- Favourite poet or writer: mary roach....
- MP3 player of choice: im not that technologically advanced
- Skin of choice: my sinful skin...
- Favourite game: my magick power game
- Tools of the Trade: my hands of murder....my acid mouth
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