Whorehouse queen
10.12.08
Slowly laying down my lashes
Gently making my heart sleep
Unseen must be reality
It`s hidden silent deep, silent deep
Then I pass the line of kings
In silk, in velvet, golden boots
My dress is nearly transparent
I almost bear the jasmine roots
Why my burden stands for cradle;
Body my- it`s ment for sweets
I watch it making fuckin` money
A lot of wounds and deeds- dirty deeds
mrscyanide 
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