Sinew
movingfinger
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Beneath me I feel her
Pulling and writhing
I cannot see her though
For I am blind
A delicate tonus
Chimes from
Thew'y loins
Eyes covered
By a dyed black
Surgical mask
Sensual dissection
Closes upon
Felt rug
Blindness folds
Within
Pressing void
Pulling and writhing
I cannot see her though
For I am blind
A delicate tonus
Chimes from
Thew'y loins
Eyes covered
By a dyed black
Surgical mask
Sensual dissection
Closes upon
Felt rug
Blindness folds
Within
Pressing void
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
same here.
i'm thinking rape, serial killer...or some really serious S & M.
but i'm sure i am way off, as always.
But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
----
Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam