Sunday, 17 May 2015

The Word - Different Colours Made Of Tears






I am tired. I am weary. I could sleep for a thousand years. A thousand dreams that would awake me. Different colours made of tears. Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather. Shiny leather in the dark. Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you. Strike, dear mistress and cure his heart.




















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