quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2011

trim 
the herd of  my heart with the knife 
of ritual's for blood and desire
Fertility thrown on its back
against the sour sheets
sweat of hours  gone sweet
I open my mouth to say it
( I love you )
but the choking sound leads me
in truth i scream salvage me

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