we were on the front porch and BLOOD the night was warm and the scent of the grass FLESH
i set my teeth against memory. memory is BLOOD nothing but a FLESH
veronica how i want you. it's childish to BLOOD
childish to FLESH
foolish to crave in words childish to BLOOD FLESH AND BLOOD
flesh, bone, and blood
hey down a down
flesh, bone and blood
hey down a down