vanilla from red Madagascar
By royalorange
vanilla from red Madagascar hangs in my heart like a bat in a cave vanilla on my tongue in my veins dogs run barking at the approach fight snapping for flesh and bone total blackout a blade of flesh like the progressive knotting into my teeth a hair of Yours, bitten in love folding myself in to absolute zero blood frozen in icicles lighter than dreams to thaw and drip in the sun of red Madagascar where vanilla grows to perfume these circling winds Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 10:05 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"vanilla from red Madagascar ..."