Friday, July 23, 2004The Dainty DeathPretty little thing with lips so blue from the berries that sweeten your breath How did life suck the core, leaving the pulp of fruit, a bitter semi-catholic communion Your breasts heave, virgin soil, no seed no child of woe barren the earth below Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 12:03 PM Comments (7) (permalink) |
