i wake up running..

[wylde]

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mimes with wormword hearts
and silent blonde eyes
blankly brow blinks
forlorn in slinks
cracked by highs
slung through licks looking at charts


the mass of a finger
is only times
its being
there
crass whores limpidly fleece chimes
melding with shadows linger
squinting screams silently into
the glare

insipid tepid lures
fission ice spliced
contained by endures

yet the glut spired by smut
translices the bite
tounged by lashes
opening shut


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[mnaz]

hey wylde...

I love...

melding with shadows linger
squinting screams silently into
the glare

...reminds me of when I leave the highways and finally manage to
get lost out in the desert.....

I can get into that....

[wylde]

mnaz:- kewl...thanks for the read & w3rds.

[Sierra]

the chaos of your daze.
quiet moments to contemplate
your navel, become rare.

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