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White Hot Adultery

Tamed not I cannot believe in this beating so much Let rot We need to calculate this, we’re screwed You Lady Laz- No, you my Plath With your heart in reverse Your hand on mine On the relation gears Your lover and his shadow’s near You cruel shrew You insatiable cage of bones Breasts like a goddess at daybreak I do love you. This, my confessional This, my pornographic revival Eat me Suck the air out of my Thin second coming Suck the miracle marrow Of my bones, make a soup Say a spell, yell, melt. A mouth like a witch Hands for my itch Bit chiseled by bit Us, lower in an atmosphere Hidden from the house on the hill Hands full of placebo-sex-pills Tiny wrists shaking in fear Tamed not The muddied housewife The war plot The trapped door trigger shot God is love Love is biochemical Love is the bathroom stall Holes everywhere In the walls In everyone In the suspension I cannot believe In at all
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freds-not-dead
Canadian
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Mar 27, 2011
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