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Buffalo Gals
In the wilted flower of nature's labia mojora the dark
eats, breathing the dead. Boiling semen to feast my
belly. "Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight?"
Choking on the lips of the dawn's dew, rising to the
top in my insomnia's roux. "Buffalo Gals won't you
come out tonight?"
eats, breathing the dead. Boiling semen to feast my
belly. "Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight?"
Choking on the lips of the dawn's dew, rising to the
top in my insomnia's roux. "Buffalo Gals won't you
come out tonight?"
Published 28th Jul 2023
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Brought to my mind Malcolm McLaren's 1980s song "Buffalo Gals" - was there some inspiration from that.
28th Jul 2023 9:43pm
