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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


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The darkest of my mind hides the deepest of secrets. With voices in my head telling me what to think. Mama was a good ol' gal until she fell in with a motorcycle gang. As echoes embrace her soft skin and my spittle kiss her pale lips. Sweet as the larvae of her decay. Peeling the carrion from long tall Sally. As grandpa spits in dark's Mason jar. Talking to snails from the archives of my little black book.


Submitted: July 08, 2021

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