There will be spaceships! (again)


he's a marcher of the gigglers
(can't be touched or mentioned by name)
his sleeves are attached to the ground...
...sadly drowned by hairless elves

his veins screams for commitment
his lips searches for pure heat
his body is deeply darken, used, expended
his gender is marked for life

use his call for help
borrow his despair- feel his sorrow

Poetry by els
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Written on 2005-11-22 at 14:59

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