i heard it day
the night sonata grunted
dollops of gacking bulging light
generally it might cool
a germ of fornicating flowers
of colours so purely filth
and marvel virtually
in gross infantile expunging
the death swiftly harnessed the
sorry dork of earth gobbles
of crude immeasurable lips
the very burning brush
of permanent sun
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 7:10 AM UTC
i heard it day
the night sonata grunted
dollops of gacking bulging light
generally it might cool
a germ of fornicating flowers
of colours so purely filth
and marvel virtually
in gross infantile expunging
the death swiftly harnessed the
sorry dork of earth gobbles
of crude immeasurable lips
the very burning brush
of permanent sun
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