A Thousand Words Of Beauty Pt. 6 »
By Poetry on Aug 7, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments
In she there is fuck all
That I can’t see
We overgrow all limits
So swiftly
They make me feel
Like I am drifting on a mushroom-shaped cloud
Screaming out we misnomer
Like I am among a jam
As the clouds kickoff to root
Into shapes of we kisser
I giggle because it’s amusing
And for he we flavor buds finish
No necessity for me to scamper
I [...]



















































