Empty, kissing awl, riding on a wagon in,
Your wheels are hewn square, cad, heel.
Beliefs are polluted with the lining of the head,
Every skull a holster boosting love and hate.
Your breath on share from others or in egress
Tastes of useful rubberiness or harbors a tax.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
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