Août 2009
Woodworking #13
A gentleman
named calm water
asks me to stick
as space sucks.
His round and square chest
hugs my head
with a black bandage
and teaches the me behind
how sexy could be a bone.
It teaches it so well
that counting gets precisely far
and the easier one a mess.
Here I stand
skinned and wet
holding my running dress
and bearing your sideways glances.
named calm water
asks me to stick
as space sucks.
His round and square chest
hugs my head
with a black bandage
and teaches the me behind
how sexy could be a bone.
It teaches it so well
that counting gets precisely far
and the easier one a mess.
Here I stand
skinned and wet
holding my running dress
and bearing your sideways glances.
Woodworking #12
When Daddys hug me
I know where I am.
My tight T-shirt cut my breath
My short hair freeze my neck
My keen belt sip my waist
When Daddys hug me.
When Daddys hug me
Joke can fall and wall can crown
Blood can feed and feet can blot
Fib can ebb and fight can be
When Daddys hug me.
When Daddys hug me
No wish, no hope
No fix, no dope
Kill images?
It's done
Cause
When Daddys hug me
I know where I am.
I know where I am.
My tight T-shirt cut my breath
My short hair freeze my neck
My keen belt sip my waist
When Daddys hug me.
When Daddys hug me
Joke can fall and wall can crown
Blood can feed and feet can blot
Fib can ebb and fight can be
When Daddys hug me.
When Daddys hug me
No wish, no hope
No fix, no dope
Kill images?
It's done
Cause
When Daddys hug me
I know where I am.
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