Monday, 6 May 2013
they never had cars or television
n this is more difficult to go that way
on foot
without the train
scorching rays bearing down
on your parched mouth
n carrion circling
an that feeling can't be beat it makes her
blue eyes so haunted with alien
horror they go black
lamenting despair glooming
flame
incubating dark thoughts as
vampires crow over
smuggled light
an she wails for a lost baby
in great gasping sobs
screaming to find it dead
and you dig
and dig and dig
how to get in and the frustration of it
I lay there trembling
in my fevvas
calling his name
the g spot
is more emotional
why do you think girls are castrated ...
9.30am 6.05.13.
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