Mincing Fury & Guttural Clamour Of Queer Decay Knives Can Be A Language
Yeah, you're loved
By all of them who knows you
Who knows your better face:
Knives can be a language
Much better for communication
You want them!
More of it!
Heaps piles up
They're like molecules of lust
Be prepared: After a while
Your fancy will not be enough