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The Messenger
My soul is bleached of pain,
My heart bleaches of love,
I find comfort in pen and Papers,
Let me write my desires on your foreskin,
As my pen draws your fantasy softly,
My pen is magical,
It turns fantasies into reality.
As two become one,
My pen and paper become's a message.
My heart bleaches of love,
I find comfort in pen and Papers,
Let me write my desires on your foreskin,
As my pen draws your fantasy softly,
My pen is magical,
It turns fantasies into reality.
As two become one,
My pen and paper become's a message.
