Tasting you strangely
Like sweet red stain strewn
All across the sky
Your skin slick memory
Intoxication
Polluting my senses five
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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Sometimes my brain pukes up nonpoetry. This is where it lands.
1 comment:
Hmmm... what lovely messes have you gotten yourself into miss?
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