incidentally it was night 2 lasts i
was
wearing the wriggling organism of your lips
(
and cradled in the dripping chasm of your slight grinning pocket
i nestled specifically in y
our iron stallion
in the eyelet of the small strangled heap of quiet
by the new carcass of
the posthumous day
and waited
for the first gargle
of gnashing pink
to canter
across
the prose
of rocky protrusions stinking
on the horizon
)?
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
incidentally it was night 2 lasts i
was
wearing the wriggling organism of your lips
(
and cradled in the dripping chasm of your slight grinning pocket
i nestled specifically in y
our iron stallion
in the eyelet of the small strangled heap of quiet
by the new carcass of
the posthumous day
and waited
for the first gargle
of gnashing pink
to canter
across
the prose
of rocky protrusions stinking
on the horizon
)?
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