a dropping a soothing, the master upon the bodys music thrash a forbidden dance.

May 01, 2012 06:07

and upon the writhing of the hip grinds a thrust
the old old motions gripped the rip red fabric
unnecessary surgery the heart got real cold throw
cigarettes the hurt lung got awful secret burnt
and destruction total and complete grows and how it ends
asleep and dying, god what romance the devil
the dove, a dance goes off into throb the happening
the beach of black sand a thing that and never seen
omens, twilight the heights of a soft black star
and only talking and the lowest parts of the land
a dark valley does stretch infinite so growing shadow
duality duels a froth apart and the mast of
and loss of shape and moving, glow a black flower
from such a poison brain growing presses outward
the length of and all strongly opened palms, and calmly
asleep the doubt of and tongue got cut out of and does dancing.
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