Lalo (lalofrisker) wrote in crap_poem,
Lalo
lalofrisker
crap_poem

Zarathustra

You look fifteen,
But you're twenty.
Nearly twenty-one.

You talk and
You touch
Like your forty,
But you will
Most likely
Not live to see
Thirty.

Clock's ticking.

Come here and fuck me like your blood's not turning into water.
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