A Handful Of Seed – Unhinged Poem

Polished roses,

broken windows,

blood on the floorboards,

a hole in her head,

we skip the gravestones,

we see the pain,

the invisible assassin,

the sinner instead,

my mystical pony,

the trigger finger fiend,

your sweet caress,

my blindness,

your caress,

my erection,

let the seed of creation,

wash over your face.


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