i know how you like your sundown
and that's me. a kind barrage of ardor
the moon's wit, witless in the glistening omega
and a splinter in the paw
of a comatose
lyin' to a dead sleep
preaching to a black
peach.
lurching from no obscene.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
i know how you like your sundown
and that's me. a kind barrage of ardor
the moon's wit, witless in the glistening omega
and a splinter in the paw
of a comatose
lyin' to a dead sleep
preaching to a black
peach.
lurching from no obscene.
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