Appall

Appall

A Poem by Chris

Life is not held.
Nor in a sieve nor vice nor womb,
My tomb is full now as has been empty for eternity,
Her legs constrain enflame engulf and pain,
Philosophy is murdered the second I scent you,
Your wandering brought down freezing snow,
Untouched putrid and best forgot,
But alway in a tight slipknot,
Your thoughts won't fit inside her p***y, try though you may

© 2013 Chris


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Added on January 31, 2013
Last Updated on January 31, 2013

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Chris
Chris

Carlisle, United Kingdom



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