Saturday, April 18, 2009

Gothic Sweet 16 Theme

leaf miner. It is

your back door in the dead child
That Shakes the fin glutinous

lining assiduously
In your arms slightly opened, stirred
Dull weight infant Desert
your sweat dripping deaf
Transit through the ice Expiring
The dead animal on your back and gasping
Euphoric
syrupy and bland
early
Ultimate Crush your spine, and sphenoid sinus, back pain and old age and
Overwrites empoisse smokes and happily Love your step
sewing
Whether your skin
Hot and cold
iterated stifled
Full cored
Invent by DECA bones holiday
Shy
door your arms juniper blown shoulder blades of the minor spots of suffocating
Suave lost
The endurance of undue
loves fallen
elegant Snow on vases fat
Qu'égouttent summarily
Lips welcoming frozen lamb
Sense your feet in the mud spongy
aligned
Cooled tears playful
Of cacades acids by
See how your back
What inspires you ran What
unloaded beats you
What you get alarmed savored
What you feared
sucks you did not care what you dress you
What you liked what you t'empoigne
t'élance
looked out over what you sucked leaping
What you paid is yours
What you forget you ate
What you supposed
kiss What you wore t'enfle
What you worked t'épreint What
die sifts
This dancing wrong
This suffering aerobatic
Platte in your back waving the heavens disappeared
That encyclopedic
Colours decayed

Hogweed casual sniff and abandons her wrists tight olive ridley
Her ankles veiled
Absorbed
Her honeyed curls and placid
And frigid towards coaxing
Think purple and revolt carcass
Crystalline Lord thy toes
transfer and jerk
Nicely.

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