Tuesday, April 12, 2016

8030. AS COLD AS HELL, AND I WANT TO GO OUT THE WAY I CAME IN

AS COLD AS HELL, AND 
I WANT TO GO OUT THE 
WAY I CAME IN
One bright sight brighter than you : the
incandescence of a broiler out to singe
your oily skin. The cleavage that catches
my eye, I think it's just a sabre wound.

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