Ya Dead

Yer Dead? Dear departed gone to spirit, no sexual function, feeling , hear it, Imagination is the only choice, no hands to touch, no bloody voice, no virgins to seduce with, electromagnetic petty cloud, corpse departed, bonzer shroud, radio-wave of thought endowed, unfeeling as atomic, poor ironic harmonic, oh gaseous of cloud, sparkling grommet, halfling proud... Don
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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