Monday
Posted in Poems on December 23rd, 2010Early in the morning, the day, which for most is not Thems, but Theirs, they awoke. She, snatching the fuckstained sheet, dyed hair dead and disarrayed, said rowly to him, blah blah blah blah. From a toothless dream, bladder full, he opened his red lead eyes, focuncentrating, on her black smelly hole [the one in [...]
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