The reason that I hate Erin
She has the features of the finest doll nice and pleasing to the eyes her innocent grin and arms so lean would capture any stranger despite her genuineinnocenceandchildish ways her eyes so merry seem to harry exasperate myinner state for in her eyes I see inside Dirty old man’s lustfulfurtiveglances for in her breath I hear so near Dirty old man’s hankeringbreathing gasping wanting devouring my sleeping, chained flesh wishing hoping praying to break the clutches loosen the notches now this mind had grasped Erin did no wrong she bloomed to find my autumn song kissed her ma’s embrace her only sin makes me a kin whisphers back engraved live sores of all she could not do deny in entirety she is— Dirty Old Man’s brood. (- el5y) Possibly Related Posts:
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