i wasn,t a god but i('ve)
drohc detonk tsrif eht detsat
of ****** silence tonguing
the velvety paint of nothing
plastic thorns punishing sweetly
a rose
patient hands searing nouns
of shapeless conformity
straightly bending smooth roughness
and red
and yes
and and and and
smile little blood
i'll cup your naked furnishings
and we'll go strongly
into the darkness burdened vine
of stringy gargled nightmares
and
;'hiccup"
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
i wasn,t a god but i('ve)
drohc detonk tsrif eht detsat
of ****** silence tonguing
the velvety paint of nothing
plastic thorns punishing sweetly
a rose
patient hands searing nouns
of shapeless conformity
straightly bending smooth roughness
and red
and yes
and and and and
smile little blood
i'll cup your naked furnishings
and we'll go strongly
into the darkness burdened vine
of stringy gargled nightmares
and
;'hiccup"
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