Apr 10, 2009 23:13
you are not the fuel I wanting
fouling said severed feeling.
lightning bolt coursed shimmering
down 'cross the plain of naked body
breathbrush shift of sheetskin single
color wood to walls
that glass
to widen
pinpoint holes
on giving
hue-storm lightway pouring
milky oil ceiling.
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