h
U
n
g with
just the moon your
shoulders up hold
the round round
round head of
your
body
bodyy
bodyyy
holds the down *******
of your naked chest's
white hilt springs
between round rounding
head of
your shoulders' point
pinnacle, pinnacling
at the white white hilt
of Your neck
fit fits ****
(droop obliquely)
swelling twixts
the rude triangle
of your hips
hips
hips(
and the white hilt
of your neck
blunders
with
the course forest of my hand
suddenly grown around it )
grown up it the
pillar of it to
the neat neat neat neat
***** of your mouth. There
h
a
n
g
s
the yawning chasm
where
all throats
lead to
. Scream
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
h
U
n
g with
just the moon your
shoulders up hold
the round round
round head of
your
body
bodyy
bodyyy
holds the down *******
of your naked chest's
white hilt springs
between round rounding
head of
your shoulders' point
pinnacle, pinnacling
at the white white hilt
of Your neck
fit fits ****
(droop obliquely)
swelling twixts
the rude triangle
of your hips
hips
hips(
and the white hilt
of your neck
blunders
with
the course forest of my hand
suddenly grown around it )
grown up it the
pillar of it to
the neat neat neat neat
***** of your mouth. There
h
a
n
g
s
the yawning chasm
where
all throats
lead to
. Scream
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