

Springtime mortorSpringtime mortar Binds me in place.Springtime mortor
It sucks the marrow from my bones.
How can a husk at once so empty, Fairly burst at the seams?
The trills of my heart Go unanswered.
The dark wind Tonight fails to heed my call. ---- The musky-scented, Warm body so close to mine, Can hardly be held tight enough.
She keeps falling away. Slip sli


Brain JuiceWhen the one who finds this stops to read flowers. and the one who takes my pills licks my palm,Brain Juice
I'll dance.
but not till then, or mabye later.
for this moment can't live, our truths cannot die.
only our sticky, pithy, porcelain veneers need cleaning.
only a sane master would ask this atrocity
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silence cannot free us now...
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