Alphabet PoopDon't Let Lust Leave Your Fingers BloodyAlphabet Poop
My love for forest fires All but burned out Reduced to seizures I want to sleep you away But I dream of you My inner embers glow
Anticipating loves obsequies
Like a turtle on its back Waiting for a wave With heart breaking patience Hearts have grown hungry So let your fangs feed
I find you folded in the fetal position A snail, wedged to the prongs of a fork My eyes melt for you Your the escargot of helplessness Edible and vulnerable
You make no splash in the pool &nbs
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