A crooked wick of deliverance
to an infathmobale situation,
crack pipes.
Lie with me almighty
a maker of this water.
Of purity and nothingness
a malice in the desire.
To
to be all of that and nothing
a working way of want.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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