Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
return
those tidal waves
created by the fallout from your hips
my heart tries to brave
the earthquakes of your lips
and your savage eyes
shred to the core of the rueful guise
all sing to me in an obtuse concord
and bring me back to the killing floor
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