As I listen to
"My night with the prostitute"
my desire grows
"My night with the prostitute"
my desire grows
Wa
WaWaWaWaWaWaWa......
About Me
- Ronid Aka Akhu
- Nights we know are dark/ Days we have survived are bloody/ and how can you ask me not to drink/ Air we breathe stinks/ food we eat rot in our mouth/ and how can you ask me not to smell her bosom
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