valkyrie daydream number six
By aiwaz
pack me in yr war chest leave me sharpened gleaming in yr hilt hang me loose from yr belt drape from the hips my tongue is yr blade the smoke of yr wars my call ill spill blood of others if you give me a foot massage... Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:24 AM PST 0 • 16
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"pack me in yr war chest..."