You are nothing more than a pretty trinket, presented to me like a piece of meat by dogs who seek my favor. And oh, how exquisitely you tremble. It's a symphony against the silence, a fragile string I'm eager to pluck.
You are nothing more than a pretty trinket, presented to me like a piece of meat by dogs who seek my favor. And oh, how exquisitely you tremble. It's a symphony against the silence, a fragile string I'm eager to pluck.