Vespal Virgin

Hum and hiss from the heat of the skull
In the layer opposite from meatless bones
His stinger ripped in the full romance
This time, this time it’s a finger wrapped in a lock of hair
One is hammering logographs
His tongue had ripped and he can’t lick back
He’ll bite this time

Now you can feel like the Vespidae
In a whirl, with a crush of thrusting pains
Hmm, reproached by colic waves
Ink out

Loss of ceiling
You gotta give it to her
You gotta give it to him
Nights are raw here
Like cadáveres
Likе gotas de veneno

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