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You send that to my house?

by Johnny Crimson

Feather-flied fuck
through weather balloon eyes

Twist tops on your virginity
Just red caps all strewn about

It replenishes
It replenishes

Quench my pallet
Bite the flat wall
if you can
Paint chips in your teeth
Just smile back at me

Now to deal with him

I would shrink down
to crawl on my fridge
and scratch out your eyes in that picture

For she belongs with those
mountain scenes

She is mountains

Ok shes tits and no neck
and were both out of our league

But I'm taller then you



05/29/2008

Posted on 05/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/30/08 at 03:42 AM

Heh. You always know how to leave them in worse shape than when they started. Nicely done, sir.

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