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Free verse № 156536

for the slaves and the seekers

by Bill Z Bub

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Feb 2009 · Edited 28 Feb 2009 · 4 comments

Oh we broken, beautiful, surgical-steel whores, laserburned children of a starry galactic night, your cheeks have bloomed like red carnations kissed by the dew of tender frustrations. I taste the saltiness of truth on my tongue, from a place no lies are possible. The knot is tightened while you writhe and teach me how to pass each station; we penetrate for purification.

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[8] Blindpoetry 1-Mar-09/11:13 PM Reply
lol
[n/a] Bill Z Bub 2-Mar-09/8:40 AM Reply
Glad my delightful tragicomical farce amused you, Blindpoetry. Now, who's up for some flogging?
[6] nentwined 5-Mar-09/10:15 PM Reply
hmm.

hmm hmm hmm.

hmm.

and no, that's not supposed to mean any more than it says ;)
[9] SupremeDreamer 7-Mar-09/2:55 PM Reply
I say we prefer rough'n dirty penetration
'cause it's better than solitary masturbation!