loose change canopy

it was immense in the wrong way clarity clouded judgment staring pull arms at sides fingers in my pockets loose change cock dangles boxer shorts green cloth gender non-specific and if you can spell me a name i'll be eager to look the other way when you're bound gagged mystical naked pubic hair thick with sweat scenting down the block walking away only makes it crave clear and free no more jeans waiting for the rain. it's clear we cannot grow cold impatient or stop waiting for the last wind at dawn.

2003-02-17 | 10:58 p.m.
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