bore of a little whore.

by veepho

She stroked his wings and hope he’d fly.
She never wante
d to know of that one lie.
The trick is an illusion that will put your wits to the test,
A seemingly mesh-like wing, must be solid to rest.

She thought those numbers meant something,
But in real
ity, they were just a measure.
A measur
e, which shared no direct meaning,
…regardless of their lifeless pleasure.

So she took him in and coveted his heart,
Sh
e knew it had stopped and was pinned with a dart.
S
he d
oesn’t care much anymore,
You pinned her as a bore of a little whore.

dream on, fuckers. take me away, st. xx

xx

-v

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