Blisters Mister

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pinkdot7

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Joined: 2012/02/05

I met this man,

He made everything grand.

I felt as if I were a fan.

My mouth filled with sand.

Hey Mister,

What's in your,

pocket, that I see,

Is it a dream,

or just jeans.

I need, your greed.

Fill me with nasty things.

Fuck me till I can't see.

Bruise me, use me.

Hey Mister,

Give me Blisters

Bloody Blisters

Mister

Author's Notes/Comments:

when I say "My mouth filled with sand", that's a metaphor for being speechless and feeling like you can't speak.