all that's alive
are my hands and lips
the rest is vinery
there's nothing to touch
the brain to tips
just a bested line in me
we're empty enough
swollen rosen-hips
lust's a slow findery
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
all that's alive
are my hands and lips
the rest is vinery
there's nothing to touch
the brain to tips
just a bested line in me
we're empty enough
swollen rosen-hips
lust's a slow findery
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