read poetry while high
Double fuck
hit with some starry metaphor like a hammer smash
can taste the iron of proxima's atmosphere
tangy on a tongue like steak was slapped.
In jest I speak but truly sweet holy fuck
when those twisted sibilant sentences scathe and scrape around the cranial pits.
<Deleted User> (9882)
Fri 3rd Aug 2018 20:59
gotcha! these are times when you CAN weave nets to catch the wind.
(she pours she ignites)
Rose ?