Am I An Ant
I was wondering by a tree,
if the ants worship God? Or they just drived by chemical stimuli in their nervous system
Am I an ant?
She had the 8th ****** in 30 minutes. My ***** was in flames, it felt like millions of little angles dig their fingernails inside
She was so pure that she was the Devil. Silence. Lack of satisfaction
Everything is connected, wake up to your own death, crying
It was urine all over me
She's awake
the Earth is dying
Copyright © Bence Kiss | Year Posted 2016
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