Therewasthesoundlike(
even though you just broke her)
stillsmiling(and your fingers R
blud ugly
and smelling like )
the sea;
bREaKin,G
on rocks
in the hot Summer
when the tide runs out
anditlaysflat
hot on its stomach
(with its *** in the air
)
theslowlybeginstorot
seaweed and gurgling
butstillsmiles(a very meek
rill (one only)
runs down its thigh
Rightbehindtheknee)collectsinto
a shoal
and
"morePlease"
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Therewasthesoundlike(
even though you just broke her)
stillsmiling(and your fingers R
blud ugly
and smelling like )
the sea;
bREaKin,G
on rocks
in the hot Summer
when the tide runs out
anditlaysflat
hot on its stomach
(with its *** in the air
)
theslowlybeginstorot
seaweed and gurgling
butstillsmiles(a very meek
rill (one only)
runs down its thigh
Rightbehindtheknee)collectsinto
a shoal
and
"morePlease"
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