Thursday, August 18, 2016


bred a leg ,porlapsant rust
ling in my chest arised ,ris
sen fog ambles thru my
throats ,dicen ambos .pee
l the gallon's face a
head the crowded femur
grew ,and cheese a
wall's inscription it's
yr agèd axe yr drippèd
log my visage breathes
,even hungry was my th
igh .a seething glob O
lusty pens my skull

plenty humping ,hike across the lot


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