Gracious Injections of Sterile Infections, Not Long Lost, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

gorge on the good
trace lines on faces
but never look
the notoriety
in fragrant society
the blood-stained
bed crest mattress
calls the kids 
calls the sides to change,
to break name 
with holy sanctions
the ones they claim
provide the proof
for every aloof
practice they live
Posted: 2007-03-26 15:44:52 UTC

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