saccharine lullabies
sit in sweet putrescent seats
around my rotting bed
I lie weightless
in the heavy truth
of the piece off a broken tooth
twirling through the cosmos
after a missile fist made
my spit mist
stardust
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
saccharine lullabies
sit in sweet putrescent seats
around my rotting bed
I lie weightless
in the heavy truth
of the piece off a broken tooth
twirling through the cosmos
after a missile fist made
my spit mist
stardust
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