Through my exposure
And stuck it all in a word
That could
Glow
In the black of my throat
And then blame
All the morrow
Darkening
In the light of your words
But finally
You have to remember
That I'll be the wound, the spell
And the sound
And in a turf, a field
A lullabyng abyss
Of rusty laws
I'll morph into a man
And strangle the sand
All by my self:
Devouring the desert
Devouring the smell
I'll be the anus,
But will you
Be
The holy rest?
silky:
<3 beautiful words. love it