I.
Waiting
for you
The old
piece
of fruit
Lush seed
that gives
Where the
scent
can shine in
II.
Could
have left
you all
alone
Hurting
the flesh
The way
the devil
never lied
III.
Flesh of my flesh
blood of my blood
It is our time
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
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excellent. hurting the flesh gate, no doubt.
The word lush is so fecund. Luscious is pleasant to smell and taste, or do you mean lush, like a drunk, the scent of rank old drink.
The flies of the stagnant and pained.
My inspired words have you to blame doctor, just liek your inspired words echo of the days of yore. Yarrr.
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