Tattooed

Precious metal skimmed night slug appetites
out, both chaired up, faced it head on, heat gives to the heat-seeker
grand-scale limbs punctuated by mystery tales, fornication, hydra beasts, and heavens
he lowed thoughts, pointed with a pacy index finger, black throat song left her Dragging Act
a kind of mankind staring at a Sun
watched burning text

 

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