Bound your ash dark eyes into the night-setting sun,
Lie on concrete with your hair spread blooming under the Eastern gun.
Acking your long-lined backbone and feeling nothing has been done,
The thousand spears resting on your chest has already bleed to no less the fun.
mocaco July 2nd, 2005








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