Sunday, 18 October 2015

The Word - You filthy bird

Tall and reckless. Ugly seed. Reach down my throat, you filthy bird. That's all I need. The empty pit I've got to feed to prove I'm fit; a healthy man. I've got to be. Malnutrition, my submission. You're the master and I take it on my knees.

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