he stands quiet… hands folded leaning against the wall in the living room midnight tocks itself asleep whilst the hum of dim electric sun provides just enough nuance to reflect heat eyes hotter than watts
In late sixties
throbbing slave hands cuffed behind themselves misbehaving idle devil toys wanting trouble as tongue strange fruits itself inside lips so tight they pinch themselves purple
muscles create convulsions so hard they snap his spine like words snap his spirit so fast they flare like nostrils pushing steam through clogged arteries
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he stands quiet… hands folded leaning against the wall in the living room midnight tocks itself asleep whilst the hum of dim electric sun provides just enough nuance to reflect heat eyes hotter than watts
this piece is nice though.... I don't know why but I wanna see a couple more stanzas but... keep flowin man...
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i would really like to see how this will all tie together. you peaked my interst with the watts riot reference... the woman throws me off a bit, but, like i said, your story is still being told.
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