SPACE MARKS
Date 2/4/2021
Time 4:20
Location Reseda, CA
ETERNAL WORD
The Other End (OF: The Line )
I am His precious whore
/
I dance for Him,
Sing-Four-Him,
Perform ritual - two ; Him
In His Eye : I am !
A:object ; Four, His Pleasure
A puppet, Who ? When
Spans his fingers in a trance
My homo-sex-you-al relationship
With the UNI VERSE
(That-Big-D_
ck)
/
Though ! She : Is, Most
Be-You-I-T-Full wo-(mb)-man
You, Had - Ever ; Seen
IF, They were a woman
Or some-thing ; That
Could Be… Seen
/
(sharp ringing in My Ear,
A:POP )
/
He thinks ! I am
S-O-SEX-E
Desires, My Body
Which He commands
His Sour-Baby, Ya
He takes care of Me
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