Tuesday, October 6, 2009
it smelled like cinnamon sugar and beer
i want you. i need you. i'm going to consume you.
i'll tear the salt from your fine lined fingertips.
suck the creamy cool of your cornea.
draw a line down the spools of your spine.
buttons meet teeth, pop one, two, three.
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