Thursday 12 January 2012

(then up and into everything the squall and the rest of it)



there was a part
(fruit-sweet)
of me
uncovered by the suck
           of your filling lungs

(the sound / lifting / breaking
/././.::o_) ) )  )  )  ) _ver  
                     
the white-tiled, bloodied room

(then up & into everything & 
the squall & the rest of it)

a part I will never squander


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