So call yourself into each token of human progression;
all the orbiting rays of your spent time, solid earnings:
your toothbrush, cigarettes, bedsheets,
so I may devour each
with such splendor and exuding forces,
that can absorb you onto me.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 9:51 AM UTC
So call yourself into each token of human progression;
all the orbiting rays of your spent time, solid earnings:
your toothbrush, cigarettes, bedsheets,
so I may devour each
with such splendor and exuding forces,
that can absorb you onto me.
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