tacit pneumonias of orgasm
split her down the ribs
she is gutted like
the so many fish
he's caught before her
suffocated on the very
same air that lets him live.
i say tacit because
hurt is the shiest
of all the torments
and pneumonia because
there is no cure
but sometimes there's recovery
mary mary, what say you now
of the sheep you've lost?
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
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5 comments:
Wow!
nice piece.
bloody hell!
scars abound...
every time i read it, it says something different...wow
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