this old key that fits your eyelid
came in handy. more than I did.
all thumbs; i had you to my cell
a pupa on a pin
thrashing at crystals, a chrysalis would call God !
this fits the dead calm
of how you left
to get right.
did you **** it ?
the one thing you slept with ?
the dread spike
your lips wish
would say
" yes "
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 1:39 AM UTC
this old key that fits your eyelid
came in handy. more than I did.
all thumbs; i had you to my cell
a pupa on a pin
thrashing at crystals, a chrysalis would call God !
this fits the dead calm
of how you left
to get right.
did you **** it ?
the one thing you slept with ?
the dread spike
your lips wish
would say
" yes "
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