Queen By Benjamin Beik

Queen By Benjamin Beik In this case here place her heart:It may quiver, it may bleed, it maySmell of marzipan and scream for revenge,But in this it must be placed,Captured,Run through. I will have no excuses.Sharpen well your hunting knife,Kiss it and on your tongue, on your chest,On your palms, on your cheeks,On your eyelids […]