it must be a *****
(waiting on Railroad
)for a candy and some
sugar waiting
for the
elated drop of sublime
queasy night
to squeeze her cold
*** between the eyes
of men
(who might like socks
wear her for while
and grin doing) they might deliver
a little jangle and
noose to hang her
mind dangling
between the buds
of poppies or a
a hot oblong glass rock smo
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
it must be a *****
(waiting on Railroad
)for a candy and some
sugar waiting
for the
elated drop of sublime
queasy night
to squeeze her cold
*** between the eyes
of men
(who might like socks
wear her for while
and grin doing) they might deliver
a little jangle and
noose to hang her
mind dangling
between the buds
of poppies or a
a hot oblong glass rock smo
K
i
n
g
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