middle times
gold child perfume that
hurts some people just
eat parts of their bodies
if you touch it they won't take it back
rocks i mean rots in buzz
merchant telling me i cannot silver as i
please they worried about trains
going too fast and creating a vacuum
12 steam mph
a body used to get sick at
such speeds
now we kite astride bullets and sticky bombs
begging
be faster core every last
rippling bloodbeat
3 comments:
the last half or so is tremendously FUCKIN YEA!! i may think of some little critiquies uet tonight.
nice.
ty ty, and yeah we need to make up some apt term to describe poems that have to get warmed up and then start cookin
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