Meltdown (Remove filter)
Approaching Melting Point
Oh there's a change, there's a change a-coming
Oh no there's a change, something won't be the same,
There's going to be some blame a-coming.
Begin the breathing, there's that sinking feeling.
No. No, surely we can swim, maybe we can win
We can float or find a boat, or keep the water under chin...
Oh there's a change, there's a change a-coming
Another source of pain, each time they're ch...
Saturday 30th January 2021 1:19 am
Meltdown
Meltdown
The furnace of her loins
glowed red with passion
comcentrated lust
oozing from every pore
of her writhing body ;
THEN
THE
BLOODY
PHONE
RANG !
Sunday 3rd February 2019 10:39 pm
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