I see her lips curl in grimace
A purulence of old meat
Put off too many tomorrows
Air touched disinfected, rescented
An insult in time forgotten.
Suddenly recalled with that face
Appearing amidst the street
Girlish want of it since disposed,
Dead flesh wafts again, decayed, fetid
Memories of it since rotten
We look away and walk on
Dec 12, 2009
Dec 12, 2009 at 6:18 PM UTC
I see her lips curl in grimace
A purulence of old meat
Put off too many tomorrows
Air touched disinfected, rescented
An insult in time forgotten.
Suddenly recalled with that face
Appearing amidst the street
Girlish want of it since disposed,
Dead flesh wafts again, decayed, fetid
Memories of it since rotten
We look away and walk on
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