Best Bamming Poems

As I lay n this bedd 
Tiedd down by wrists and feet 
I can smell the presence of an angel 
Blood running down my thigh from 
Where he inserted his blades that 
Bounded me to this bedd 
His words are as sweet as tartss 
He...

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pressing for
time s/he twitches the knobs
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