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Art by van Rijn this is what roman candles feel like contained in one body sucking cock without condoms carpet burn on my soul and
Art by van Rijn. in this grave lies the bones of my broken body
Art by van Rijn she opened her eyes instead of her legs
Art by van Rijn. is etched in the space between my thighs
Art by van Rijn i never forget a cock – only the men they’re attached to
She’s an adult woman who is way past 20 but she is not too old for handlebars or fruit shoved up her arse
Art by van Rijn raw with heat and starved for more our nights reach out endlessly
Art by van Rijn There used to be a bloke in Fitzroy who had a fetish for soiled women’s undies. He would walk the streets
Art by van Rijn i climbed off his face and gave thanks to the morning the house plants the bedsheets
Art by van Rijn. he told me he never judges an arse until it’s bent over