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Kitchen tables overturned inside a mind
Spoke of defilement,
tongue is a guilty pleasurable.
though lady and lord
(dialogue to crowd)
orgasms deities,
earth consumes our marrowed bones.
existing in makeshift soot alters,
fond folded memories we construct.
ethereal in selfishness
I berate you on the coldest nights cement,
a great confusion bearing down.
lunging cowardice stagnates in my fingertips.
why does my priestess yell?
this dissatisfaction sweats
tacky washable lives.
puss with a proclamation for sickness.
tongue is a guilty pleasurable.
though lady and lord
(dialogue to crowd)
orgasms deities,
earth consumes our marrowed bones.
existing in makeshift soot alters,
fond folded memories we construct.
ethereal in selfishness
I berate you on the coldest nights cement,
a great confusion bearing down.
lunging cowardice stagnates in my fingertips.
why does my priestess yell?
this dissatisfaction sweats
tacky washable lives.
puss with a proclamation for sickness.
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