Saturday, August 27, 2011

Interlude: Your green eyes, lakes where my soul trembles and sees itself upside down. My dreams crowd in to slake their thirst in those bitter gulfs...But all that is not worth the prodigy of your saliva, that bites my soul, and dizzies it, and swirls it down, remorselessly, rolling it, fainting to the underworld.

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