'Oyster'
By christy
Victim to birds, starfish, andsnails who drill with fiendishtongues to suck your innards.They never know the magicharbored in those gray walls,where drops of moon are spun to riches from yoursuffering.In summer, send forth yourspat like prey runningfrom the harvest, when men willsavor them to make sex,then forget them witha nice Savennieres. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 02:22 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Victim to birds, starfish, andsnails who drill with fiendishtongues to suck your innards.They never know the magicharbored in those gray walls,where drops of moon are spun to riches from yoursuffering.In summer, send forth yourspat like prey runningfrom the harvest, when men willsavor them to make sex,then forget them witha nice Savennieres...."