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| Saumâtre by Major Organ 08/12/2023, 8:20pm PDT | ||||
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| My motor was stuck in 2nd gear
Because? She shifted without seeing. Brackish eyes. Black tinged skin. With a sweet smile it was a heart she carved. Caked with raspberry filling. Cake pulsing with bloodshed. Fields filled with grain, she pushed against in her sultry skin, seeking lace. I spoke to her with filigree, with condensation floating with condescending globes. "I made it. I survived. It killed me." There wasn't a hint of mirth. That sad strobed smile blinking in a blood frenzy. Bloodied cake. Raspberry heart above me. Bated bait breathing breathlessly before those brackish globes. There would be skies slick with oil with those brackish liquids set in a face reversed from the Earth. To heaven. To asunder. To Terra. To Judas. To Jesus. To Jesuits. 3rd gear. 4th stick. Boiled skin. Brackish nights. |
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Saumâtre by 08/12/2023, 8:20pm PDT  Didn't rhyme NT by 08/13/2023, 5:07am PDT |
