Tag: existence

The Way I Am

Not for your Houdini in plastic pyramids, Or your saving graces, grinning sir Damaso, Or your Yamashita, in glittering abyss, Or your Kamasutra, for taming succubi. Not for your ribbons, in a cage-like gift box, Or your automatic, monotonous clappings, Or your dusty heart cross, buried in brainless chest, Or your honey blabber, spare me […]

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