Despair is a cruel mistress. She requires total submission And will only give tears in reward. She will coldly stab us in the ribs And laugh, just as coldly, as we bleed. She’ll pick holes in all our faults And infect them with our complacency. Her deviency exploits every fetish, As she whips us withContinue reading “Dec 01 —Nathan Cocker”
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