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all ways
all ways
i called
vestiges of the antlers horns
you're wet not wounded
haunched over
kill or mount
both
be ye bitch or prey
sun dried crimson pearls
leaves me potbellied
hindquarters tremble
grass and berries
zoophilous insemination
Adrasteia knows me not
this is the natural order
pups suckle like time
weakening with each beat
tracks disintegrate with the deluge
i am mud then dust
i called
vestiges of the antlers horns
you're wet not wounded
haunched over
kill or mount
both
be ye bitch or prey
sun dried crimson pearls
leaves me potbellied
hindquarters tremble
grass and berries
zoophilous insemination
Adrasteia knows me not
this is the natural order
pups suckle like time
weakening with each beat
tracks disintegrate with the deluge
i am mud then dust
Published 11th Nov 2014
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11th Nov 2014 2:00pm
11th Nov 2014 4:14pm
... it's the circle of life ... with elements of love & sex, brotha.
You liked it because you live it and write so well.
You liked it because you live it and write so well.
