I Gave the Flying Fuck.
By CarlIVPoetry
Descending. Dropping in on high-rise thoughts Killing off your mindless lock Changeless pockets fled the flock Counting the sand that made the rock Faithful prayers able to fuck Apostles words way less in the luck Clovers' lacking the limbs of push Chemicals kill our burning bush Teeth that chatter backwards ladder I'm on the floor... Stories above your orgasm. Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 02:49 PM PST 0 • 1
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