, by Mistie Lynn Abernathy Subscribe to rss feed for Mistie Lynn Abernathy

Liars lips quiver when they speak as they chew their doubled
tounges in their cheeks of teeth from the vipers venom that
flows from the darkness of the cavern of thought that choked
the air that killed the finch...
Posted: 2013-02-16 18:14:33 UTC

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