if you **** me with your robots that chant tempests in pottery barns
you might look the fool who vanquished a perfect slave
free to disobey your stupid self hatred.
if you had the use of both lungs, and clung to fathoms of shallow harm
no harm but love's arm
clasping embraceful of your
lost god, would come
to you
if this were the writ that hit veins in your extravagant cairns
stick to your guns; adhere to the wound
damage done.
loving you relentless, maladaptive to dem bones.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
if you **** me with your robots that chant tempests in pottery barns
you might look the fool who vanquished a perfect slave
free to disobey your stupid self hatred.
if you had the use of both lungs, and clung to fathoms of shallow harm
no harm but love's arm
clasping embraceful of your
lost god, would come
to you
if this were the writ that hit veins in your extravagant cairns
stick to your guns; adhere to the wound
damage done.
loving you relentless, maladaptive to dem bones.
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