Open Wound by Hatebomb
Open wound, blood spills.
Your ass�s stretched � in my hands.
I like it, but you don�t.
And nothing quivers on your pretty face.
[Ref:]
Long dead you are � cold as ice.
I�ve reached too far � doing my vice.
My methods are bizarre � I am so nice.
What is done so far � you have died in cries.
Open wound, no blood spills
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