Tag: flesh
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Applebuyer
Gold band above the filter like an ouroboros born in a philtre If she forgets to buy my apples, I make sure to pout when she walks in to guilt her My sleeve is strapped with false heart, my heart wrapped in ticker tape, a wicked ticker ever was one and in bad shape The…
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Caving
Hymns to Pan Hymns to lust Grasping sheets at satyr’s thrust Mad handed ecstasy of fumbling Dry Steppe, home to a horselord or haven to homeless Your love a great cave, soundless and immune to soundings, grave of groundlings Ground tending downwards, rifled rock like a golem’s throat The cave of your love is on…