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Once Upon a Woman's Body
Rhyme is a wasted crime
when we should be murdering skin
Lust can be the coves where tides never reach,
so breach life’s bearings and destinate land mines
until last faint wisps of vein
skein the colour map for sky burial
Metaphor-Hell is other people
sifting away through dark-hearted gravity
like Laika observing earth for the final time
tidal veils of your thighs
spasms of the groaning seas
Or, rather,
as matter of fact
fuck me until my cock bleeds
and your cunt retreats
when we should be murdering skin
Lust can be the coves where tides never reach,
so breach life’s bearings and destinate land mines
until last faint wisps of vein
skein the colour map for sky burial
Metaphor-Hell is other people
sifting away through dark-hearted gravity
like Laika observing earth for the final time
tidal veils of your thighs
spasms of the groaning seas
Or, rather,
as matter of fact
fuck me until my cock bleeds
and your cunt retreats
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