a day is the moment i gulp to risen falling
Night O', chiefly last, you disease first
of each clay tough with light dressing you
its spank
on the rouged teeter of enclosing most
day. swelling are you ripe and sensual
silence behind silence. your withoutsound
womb is tethers creeped up the spine of me
to in you pulled me enclosed an instant
forever an instant. unlearning myself,
i go to where i am touched exactly
more and better than the instant light
of day. too so we all say, "hello"
Jun 10, 2011
Jun 10, 2011 at 10:11 AM UTC
a day is the moment i gulp to risen falling
Night O', chiefly last, you disease first
of each clay tough with light dressing you
its spank
on the rouged teeter of enclosing most
day. swelling are you ripe and sensual
silence behind silence. your withoutsound
womb is tethers creeped up the spine of me
to in you pulled me enclosed an instant
forever an instant. unlearning myself,
i go to where i am touched exactly
more and better than the instant light
of day. too so we all say, "hello"
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