morning
you cruelly who
in lust Springfully come
your mouth wet
feels in dew lathered
uncurling
brutish
pinkat
the fringes
cool steaming
in the jeer of rounding light
pierced at the aperture of closing
darkness by a ***** of slothful mounting earth upon earth
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
morning
you cruelly who
in lust Springfully come
your mouth wet
feels in dew lathered
uncurling
brutish
pinkat
the fringes
cool steaming
in the jeer of rounding light
pierced at the aperture of closing
darkness by a ***** of slothful mounting earth upon earth
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