Your Blessened / Pronoun Piece Me

I like your hands Mr Cancer see Fell the timber I felt you be And if you were Just like your will We can end up And we can turn up And we can bleed When man's only distant relative Has descended on his own You will know Your blessened I can feel you, babe Your man-like Your friendly Your me I like your hands Mr Cancer see

Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026

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