poems of Frigidity: 8 Extremes
it was about emotion...but then I cut it up and rearranged it... 8 Extremes My name is You There is then Blinding me very well What’s bothering my own bones? Nobody is your self-esteem. Where for the deviation of it? Violence’s sake? A society with lunch I’m eating child What is the starving for?... Sign in to see full entry.