Shoot through my mind with,
With ice of last summer,
The ice grows...
Paint your name with,
The knife and the needle,
The blood stalls...
Calling to your god,
My art form,
Gave to you.
And I paint like Dali,
He sings of the snake
And you..
















Comments
Nice imagery though
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"Feelings are so fatal in the fall"
Member of ~macrophoto
Her point of view isn't important really, she hasn't really done anything wrong except be horny, and he doesnt always want that.
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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"Feelings are so fatal in the fall"
Member of ~macrophoto
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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"Feelings are so fatal in the fall"
Member of ~macrophoto
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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"Feelings are so fatal in the fall"
Member of ~macrophoto
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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