If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.
And rip, it must,
In adult lust,
The tender youth,
With poisoned rust.
And youth returns:
The friction burns
- The bag of bones -
No age concerns.
And both alone
- The sock of bone,
The sated man -
The broken home.
If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.
And rip, it must,
In adult lust,
The tender youth,
With poisoned rust.
And youth returns:
The friction burns
- The bag of bones -
No age concerns.
And both alone
- The sock of bone,
The sated man -
The broken home.
If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.