at last again the dying
(this prickish
the soft and)
Spring is to hotter
(body are
the
more )
become in Summer
(a tongue)
of such heatness to move
articles of fun
to disdissemble gorgeously
they
's
shoulders fiercish cumly
and they's
muscles pointed
waists
attenuated
to hipish
widely spend
(that where
where spends
my wonder
to wonder where
what under there
is what underwear
)
think
i hope
it's
skinny
it's
thin
neon easy
to "please"
too "please"
hot too
"please" to
remove please
on your knees
(please?)
in Summer where
under there
wears
an itchly urgish
to bare
the clefted fold
in freshly cloven 'air
in (the)
dying (Spring time)
the (only) pretty (ring time)
When Birds Do Sing
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
at last again the dying
(this prickish
the soft and)
Spring is to hotter
(body are
the
more )
become in Summer
(a tongue)
of such heatness to move
articles of fun
to disdissemble gorgeously
they
's
shoulders fiercish cumly
and they's
muscles pointed
waists
attenuated
to hipish
widely spend
(that where
where spends
my wonder
to wonder where
what under there
is what underwear
)
think
i hope
it's
skinny
it's
thin
neon easy
to "please"
too "please"
hot too
"please" to
remove please
on your knees
(please?)
in Summer where
under there
wears
an itchly urgish
to bare
the clefted fold
in freshly cloven 'air
in (the)
dying (Spring time)
the (only) pretty (ring time)
When Birds Do Sing
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