love child
By Shae
jeans bloody x-ing the middle of her passage taken her love away gentle lush fingers expressing her empathy lashing out her sins of the first born taken to the heavens cropped and snipped tossed into succulent dust old bloodied aroma from a nine month dream of a love child once there was a tummy with elastic band pulling over a living being ten toes and torso proud and smiling at ma-ma now a voided vision in a picture box Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 02:18 PM PST 0 • 8
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