Wild, warm and wet
have you folded yet?
long distance, setting sun
and then the morning finally comes
Tired of hospitals
Something about the smell
images reborn
of troubled times past
unmerciful flay
you can almost hear
the accumulated frequency
of scalpels slicing skin
bubbled into your brain
like chalk board white noise
electric nervous systems
and symptom of frequent infection
or needy addiction to a readily available dose
of ****** charity...a doctor rarity
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Wild, warm and wet
have you folded yet?
long distance, setting sun
and then the morning finally comes
Tired of hospitals
Something about the smell
images reborn
of troubled times past
unmerciful flay
you can almost hear
the accumulated frequency
of scalpels slicing skin
bubbled into your brain
like chalk board white noise
electric nervous systems
and symptom of frequent infection
or needy addiction to a readily available dose
of ****** charity...a doctor rarity
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