Poems from MaskedWriter

Cut
When I first did it it hurt. My fingers shooks my body was shaky I couldn’t stop the tears -oh God how I wanted them to stop. The first...
Little Boxes- An Ode to the Future
I I walk down the smoky hall,   my peers stumbling to and fro   in their drunken stupors.   The vibrating murmur   of orgasmic galas   ...

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