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Sudo Nim Nov 2015
Grass grows from
your toes, vines
winding, weaving their
way up your legs and
settling just below
your bellybutton.

Lilies bloom from where
your ******* should be,
gently caressing your
bountiful ******* with
their soft white petals.

Let me hike up your vine
covered legs and explore
your garden, and I promise
not to taint you with
weeds.
Sudo Nim Nov 2015
Water drips from you
like rivers of gold,
cascading down your body
like an endless waterfall.
I want to drink you up,
and quench the thirst
that burns the back of my throat.
Sudo Nim Nov 2015
Star spangled,
life strangled,
blue blue blue,
drowning.
Sudo Nim Nov 2015
I bite the inside of my cheek,
and **** the wound dry.

Tastes like death.
Sudo Nim Oct 2015
words like vapour exit through my veins to these white walls,
vanishing without sense, without meaning

leaving nothing but noise, quiet noise
drowning me, drowning you, drowning us

apologies lost like dust in dark rooms, forgotten like memories faded after too many years spent trying to forget why this space has grown between two such naive animals

— The End —