Sick little lovely
A sickness we share
Depravity seeps through
It has fervor to spare
Painted nails stained red
Nothing more need be said
Rough pleasures, soft pains
Your smile remains
Mine to use
Yours to abuse
Depraved
A sickness we share
Depravity seeps through
It has fervor to spare
Painted nails stained red
Nothing more need be said
Rough pleasures, soft pains
Your smile remains
Mine to use
Yours to abuse
Depraved
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_6deana9_:
what is the title of your poem?
_6deana9_:
...and you're profile pic is wicked hawt... 