Ready/over schism/thighs.
Set, untie riddles wrapped around
rhymes dripping wet.
Go as we draw unending lines of sweat –
a sweat colder to confess than “eyes big love-crumbs;”
abysmal to some, but
he reads allegiance in armored torso and metallic cum.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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Your language tags are a favorite of mine.
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