Eggshell Minds
The Unconsciencely Conceived Conceivables Of A Grey Pulp In A Psychedelic Prison.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Lust
She stabs him in his ribs
And lightly licks his lips.
Oh! wild lust,
Your venom is my blood.
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