NO it isn’t POETRY. This is organic Life is luscious This is without moisture As dry and cracked as the red veins popping upward toward the surface of an eyeball
hurdling towards the moon i arrive damp from the emotions that fester inside, boiling liquid from all directions but forward. empty promises filled to the rim with caloric intake. obsessively monitoring every inch of sustenance to come in contact with a mouth, pretty as sin
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