There was spring light or even hope was not offensive
so there they put up the scaffolds
Should this 
half open mouth half stuffed with a dog 
this lair 
stare at no windows, none...?
for summer sun to intervene
and
wyrm to twist back into shapes favorable persuade 
Yet
On bodies ran, blow jobs and blood
blood that ran slow over my envy filled my mouth, cant spit it out
Took off a t-shirt then, shivers puce
and now I resurrect my fear to cover this envy
been raining 
Yet 
metal cage and mortar stained plastic 
wrapped round to serve droplets 
gray
pregnant with none as all drops of milk 
all sculpted sighs were out of tune
Go now have your fear again and half an idea from her 
for a new hairdo 
for prostitution 
and 
glorified gender concerns
Musk melon for my attention deficit while 
an uncircumcised cock splits the transcendental signified
and fills in for six months of hair and half erect Iran 
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