Thursday, February 26, 2015

this poem is for you, specifically

THESE ARE MOIST TIMES WE LIVE IN. IF
THINGS DON'T EXPLODE - THEY MELT.
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, EVERYTHING GETS
WET. ASHES TO ACID, DUST TO PUS.
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, EVERYTHING GETS
WET. SALTY SALIVA, SPERMY SWEAT

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