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Ayam Cemani

Red lips, white teeth, but she's black underneath. She's divine everytime, too bad it isn't free. Soft skin, doe eyes, and a noose for thighs; wrapped her legs around my neck for the very last time. I said i begged for her because I needed this whore, she's the queen of the damned, and I loved nothing more. Slick thighs, those eyes, all filled with lies. She's a ten, but she's dead, and you won't see me cry, cuz I've dug, I've bled, and I've taken my time. I can't Stop, it's too late because it's do or die. I've watched her change herself. giving a piece to everyone else. She can't live like this, I won't let it be, she's a whore no more, when she's trapped with me. I won't let her go, she's my deity, my play thing, for eternity. She's mine, it's time we've made some slime. She's dead, she's bled, and I'm feeling primed. These shears, her tears, and that foolish pride account for how this whore so beautifully died. In my hands, her glands were stretched so wide; she's flawed, but my god until the end of time. I've watched as she turned to gray. Shared all her colors, now such a dull shade. I helped her spirit fade, a life for love I call it a fair trade.

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