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My Fucking Panties

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beefsquatch: - Demons don’t liveIn the corners of your head,Or under your bed.They part the skinAnd crawl underOur hearts.Lurking,Waiting,To scream at our loversAnd tear themApart. Beasts don’t stayIn the woodsAt night.They cut holes in our handsAnd

beefsquatch: - Demons don’t liveIn the corners of your head,Or under your bed.They part the skinAnd crawl underOur hearts.Lurking,Waiting,To scream at our loversAnd tear themApart. Beasts don’t stayIn the woodsAt night.They cut holes in our handsAnd

beefsquatch: - I could get drunkOn the sound of your words.They’re like fallenAutumn leaves,Laced with honeyAnd flash frozen in caramel.There is nothingSo sweetAs the vibrationsOf your nounsAnd your verbs. 

beefsquatch: - I could get drunkOn the sound of your words.They’re like fallenAutumn leaves,Laced with honeyAnd flash frozen in caramel.There is nothingSo sweetAs the vibrationsOf your nounsAnd your verbs. 

beefsquatch: - I felt the crunchOf dead poppiesRasping against rough touchesGiven by the solesOf worn,World-weary feet. I heard the skitteringOf spidersBeneath my skin.They weave webs of goldOver my bones,And into my earsWhisperThe names of ghostsWhom

beefsquatch: - I felt the crunchOf dead poppiesRasping against rough touchesGiven by the solesOf worn,World-weary feet. I heard the skitteringOf spidersBeneath my skin.They weave webs of goldOver my bones,And into my earsWhisperThe names of ghostsWhom

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