untitledA Poem by Alicante lullabyfor Mommi.i used to think there is something oddly masculine about women who smoke, about those plump lips sodomised with that stub of a cigarette and then that first one your house Mommi and the table under which you showed me what my body was capable of doing and our first times with that mini pack of K-2 how you shushed me under that table,ofcourse it was like a conversion like turning to a christian or a jew... Oh my god,suddenly i felt so real, so full and wide like a potential avalanche so alive like that suicide bomber on the screen © 2011 Alicante lullaby
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Added on May 22, 2011Last Updated on May 22, 2011 AuthorAlicante lullabyAboutThe Hanging Man By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. The nights snapped out of the sight like a lizard's eyelid: The wor.. more..Writing
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