Poems from tpestorius

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Top floor bed and ladder't railing I'm brave you know I'll exit my loft with feet facing out. Backwards hand grip, reach back up and grab...
Why don't you go and call me baby. My lips are pink as valentines, I know.  Honey, it might be a bit of a shock  He'll make you bleed but...
It might be nice.  That's what I've come to think, yes. If I could buy myself some silky thick skin I'd spare no expense -  I'd wear it...
  Hello? Are you there I’d like to talk right now Why? I’m not always gonna feel this way. Tomorrow or next month or Saturday I’ll lay in...