Nimbus9
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On the dock, of the lakeA Poem by Nimbus9hair shirt for clubbing, Wax drips for loving, And if I were disembowel, And my intestines pulled out, Would you divine what I mean? |
Waiting to be manicA Poem by Nimbus9Waiting to be manic Waiting for the magic |
On the edge of plastic graceA Poem by Nimbus9 |
Digging blood wormsA Poem by Nimbus9 |
Mountains of the MoonA Poem by Nimbus9 |