December 2010
9 posts
WatchJamie Oliver would melt fucking Stalin’s heart.
In Other News I wrote a Poem, so what don't judge...
Restless books on her brow,
Along her sidecheek I move
My invisible hand.
I have created epics with a glance
At her curved skin-covered skull.
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Her lips have perfumed poetry,
the liquid of her look could
fill round books of rich subterfuge.
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I still have not lost her endless
rose. Upon her I repose.
Great oceans of drama explode
When I have her to hold.
