There is a presense within in your eyes.
An aforethought. A premise to our womb.
Maybe a vague notion that propels you to commit action in the world.
We will validate emotion. I will covet your thighs.
The beast has been skinned, I bless you.
Its flesh streched to wrap the wood of a bass drum.
That silence in your ears will wake you, call...
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An aforethought. A premise to our womb.
Maybe a vague notion that propels you to commit action in the world.
We will validate emotion. I will covet your thighs.
The beast has been skinned, I bless you.
Its flesh streched to wrap the wood of a bass drum.
That silence in your ears will wake you, call...
Read More