I do
but i dim switches
Jilling Jack and much else
smelting the river
of black nectar
your heaving *******
have rest
upon.
Ooze the Unforgivable night
a shade less bleak
than a Season
Of open
wounds.
Sell me your secrets; and I'll be the one
to arrive, electric
tripping on your
scene
like a moth
to a blink
And
otherwise.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
I do
but i dim switches
Jilling Jack and much else
smelting the river
of black nectar
your heaving *******
have rest
upon.
Ooze the Unforgivable night
a shade less bleak
than a Season
Of open
wounds.
Sell me your secrets; and I'll be the one
to arrive, electric
tripping on your
scene
like a moth
to a blink
And
otherwise.
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