savage breakers
the warmth of him
digging like he's pulling
out a calf ... touching the edge
of the soul like a knife ... did you
feel that scraping the bone a piece I
shall keep ... lickety spit like a blue streak
a pulsing hub that challenged my system you'll
be gone at sunrise when the crow cocks a snoot ...
2.36am , 20.01.13. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
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