Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape. I feel the itch of lesser beings
Their wing'd hands scratch
As I am pressed to you
Forever
Naked. . “She was always yelling at him, she was always mad at him when I was a little girl
Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape. I feel the itch of lesser beings
Their wing'd hands scratch
As I am pressed to you
Forever
Naked. . “She was always yelling at him, she was always mad at him when I was a little girl
Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape. I feel the itch of lesser beings
Their wing'd hands scratch
As I am pressed to you
Forever
Naked. . “She was always yelling at him, she was always mad at him when I was a little girl
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