Tuesday, April 12, 2011

my eyes are filled with the sounds of what she's doing

everything by hands the mother

the sweet juices of your mouth

rolls a relationship blubbered out

i swear i'll never be the same again

the beamwind portrait and replica

and then help me because and then cut me

i say my roaring shadow

if ever there was a mistake

the field the sky

where i meet you in the median

looping the undending loop

betrays without definite purpose

the ones who make of death

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