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She said, I am older than the mountains, older than the seas and still even older than the stars. Yet you are mine and I am yours: And I will Make thee beautiful in mine eyes.....
from lungs that fill your whole body
Scream
because you cant keep it in and you won't let it out
Scream
the storm that blows ocean through you, wind, smoke
Scream
so hudge I have to suck in air to help
I love your scream
because you scream tears into my eyes
I love your scream
because it howls through all your beautiful holes
I love your scream
because of everybody who has ever screamed
Scream into my mouth
Scream into my cunt
Scream into my cleaver hands
Scream into this poem
Lover, if you suffer for me
Scream for me