From the cranium
to the metatarsals.
I dare you to be careful.
Or drown me in ******
He went from the femur
upwards my symphysis *****
Looking beyond the cutis.
Or does he wish to view the pure.
Slightly touching with the phalanges
pressure building from the carpal.
Hiding the face under a parcel.
Or is the phase under changes.
Cramps in the tarsals
going up to the tibia.
For him it's a game of trivia.
Or is he fighting marshals.
He bites down into the clavicle
pain and pleasure going to the scapula.
He breaths vernacular.
He and I are flammable.
Bones to break.
What a piece of cake.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
From the cranium
to the metatarsals.
I dare you to be careful.
Or drown me in ******
He went from the femur
upwards my symphysis *****
Looking beyond the cutis.
Or does he wish to view the pure.
Slightly touching with the phalanges
pressure building from the carpal.
Hiding the face under a parcel.
Or is the phase under changes.
Cramps in the tarsals
going up to the tibia.
For him it's a game of trivia.
Or is he fighting marshals.
He bites down into the clavicle
pain and pleasure going to the scapula.
He breaths vernacular.
He and I are flammable.
Bones to break.
What a piece of cake.
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