while you were hawking your unawares
i was peddling snow to Eskimos.
they where ' into-it '.
i was intimate with the monkey's paw.
and you
you
lit glory through a hole
in your argument.
you cut it to ribbons
for your hair.
and danced with everyone
by your
Self.
by your self.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
while you were hawking your unawares
i was peddling snow to Eskimos.
they where ' into-it '.
i was intimate with the monkey's paw.
and you
you
lit glory through a hole
in your argument.
you cut it to ribbons
for your hair.
and danced with everyone
by your
Self.
by your self.
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