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Texty: 10-67 P.D.O.A.. R.I.P.. Nothing Less.


Soiled eyes cracked and tied

Pleasuring lust, an ocean slide

Quivering nails, tight warm flesh

Of nothing else it's laid to rest

Wanting nothing less for what is needed

Or seen as a wound forever bleeding

This patch for life sewn so far

The needles point just an unfit star

The angles and paths are ripped wide open

Searching the darkness, attracted unknowing

Though I see now the dream is so clear, forever real...
A needful thought cast upon the brow

This living flesh for which I call

A vision unfolds, I see it all well

The charm is tossed, I unearthed its shell