35 Days Until The End – Thirty-Five – Wrapped In Words

Thirty-Five hearts,

placed in a row,

ripped from their owners,

for that’s what I stole,

nothing else did I want,

nothing needed but this,

for the feast of the fairy,

is about to begin,

blood will be spilt,

sex will be had,

for fucking a fairy,

is a pleasure you must have,

now do you realise,

tales of old are a lie,

for a fairy is not sweet,

but is sour and horny as fuck,

so join us and dance,

drink and fuck,

because my fellow human,

it’s a one way trip.

 

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