Unconcern Separated by the Thickness of Hot Skin
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Your blood was always free of light for me.
You kept your secrets utter in between
The women. Bleeding like a maple tree
@yourhobbyfarm
In hell white cells came into me from spleen
And spite though that was far from what you meant.
The blood as syrup came from roots below
Where I could reach in manliness. The scent
Of silence was the best that I could know
While parallel your moans with others hid
The truth where scabbed addiction settled in
Those sheets. Arm’s length is where I made my bid
Since I was warped all wrong for favored sin.
I saw and smelled your point of view inside
Your pumping veins with your indifference dyed.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2024 | CH, ST, UN |