

All yours.Crimson paint coated on downturn lips; Pitch dark fabric cover slender hips.All yours.
All yours, all yours.
Quick wit cleverly disguises the fears; Head high past men with lustful leers.
All yours, all yours.
So many words yet mouth locked tight; Burned by the fire with eyes alight.
All yours, all yours.
Act out the role of harmless little plaything; Helpless like a marionette dictated by string.
All yours, all yours.
Coffe
Moi
by *DestinyBlue
by ~Serio555
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I’m growing up
A jewel pungent with a stench
That brooks no one’s approach
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- Tate Takako
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