This love burns and drips
an unclean **** knot
******* and *******
at tailgate parties in basements
where everybody is satisfied
except for one...
The sky is painted static:
I can't find the channel.
A frail cherub descends
gossamer threads of maize splay out about its head
brings the sky back with it
and in hues of pink and life,
restores me.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 5:16 AM UTC
This love burns and drips
an unclean **** knot
******* and *******
at tailgate parties in basements
where everybody is satisfied
except for one...
The sky is painted static:
I can't find the channel.
A frail cherub descends
gossamer threads of maize splay out about its head
brings the sky back with it
and in hues of pink and life,
restores me.
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