Round of applause for making me feel like a piece of meat you could easily chew on, no why would you care about what I feel and what I do not, I am just a piece of meat to you, I am made to fulfill your hunger and nothing else. We can't be more than food to each other.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
