Her throat is a kitchen.
Im kissing a wall. Im kissing a wall. Im kissing a wall.
The Palinode of
in childhood his icecream had been eaten by a small red dog.
She liked to suck on words
He chained himself to the bed
Feeding hope Wearing white pants The cock and the Cross.
The room white with light
Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2015-09-16 at 20:39
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