my body is a word.
my son
a naked body.
my eden is Eden.
my word is southernmost.
my postman is a priest
confused in a field
of poppies
who happens upon
a rusty as created
knife.
my son is sick.
my son is my soap.
my triumph is a stuffed crow
hourglass
of the aforementioned
priest.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
my body is a word.
my son
a naked body.
my eden is Eden.
my word is southernmost.
my postman is a priest
confused in a field
of poppies
who happens upon
a rusty as created
knife.
my son is sick.
my son is my soap.
my triumph is a stuffed crow
hourglass
of the aforementioned
priest.
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