Memories, corpses, decomposition
Making love to Earth’s arsenal genitals
A colorless tapestry, a scar unyielded
Well I only wished to eat a bowl
Of insomnia yet, in the youth of
Every midnight lotus; we eat each others
Emotions; drink each other’s thoughts
A banner of wordplay, a stream of cement
Transmit mystic oracles
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Memories, corpses, decomposition
Making love to Earth’s arsenal genitals
A colorless tapestry, a scar unyielded
Well I only wished to eat a bowl
Of insomnia yet, in the youth of
Every midnight lotus; we eat each others
Emotions; drink each other’s thoughts
A banner of wordplay, a stream of cement
Transmit mystic oracles
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