Friday, October 17, 2008

Blog Iver

I was full by your count
I was lost but your fool
was a long visit wrong? 
Say you are the only 

So many foreign worlds
(so relatively fucked)
so ready for us 
the creature fear

Teased by your blouse 
spit out by your mouth
I was loud by your lowered
Seminary sold

Tear on tail on 
take all on the wind on 
the soft bloody nose 
sign another floor... 

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