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Gears

i have never made love

i like to **** and watch the gears move

feeling your organs being pushed in and out

you must be too skinny

a two inch worm could make your skin crawl

shake

shut up, shut the **** up

this has nothing to do with names

this has nothing to do with what's behind your face

i just want to watch the gears move

grind

these parts function

with an undeniable force

like an atom bomb

supercell

i ****** for days

now it smells awful

like a trap for all the rotting emotion

blankets the air

and skin

and cloth

with the smell of a stagnant

sweaty hate

******* is an act of violence

but it is not a crime

intention determines that appearance

with nothing but good intentions

for every woman on this earth

they are all beautiful and deadly

but making love is a crime against god

because he keeps it for himself

deals with it only when he has to

and i thank him for that

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carl-hoek
Published
Jul 12, 2010
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