A non-compulsive lung asks for a laksa sauce: what sense can you always hide from me?
An urgent hand, saying to the crumbly crumbling cup: what injury are you preparing for me?
A non-threatening eye, whispering to the cauldron: what spice do you add to my boiled hooves?
The wobbling heart, suspecting the gaping gap: when should I be immersed in the flamy oil of yours?
(2013)
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
A non-compulsive lung asks for a laksa sauce: what sense can you always hide from me?
An urgent hand, saying to the crumbly crumbling cup: what injury are you preparing for me?
A non-threatening eye, whispering to the cauldron: what spice do you add to my boiled hooves?
The wobbling heart, suspecting the gaping gap: when should I be immersed in the flamy oil of yours?
(2013)
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