Packing HeatA Poem by PeteA gun will give you the body, not the bird. - ThoreauImage: stockunlimited.com stone cutter chiseling swizzle sticks in hard drinks swizzling high tension wires sizzling is it getting hot in here or is it just me arrant, dilated pupils staring behind tenebrous shades this playing field isn't level when a panoptic smile turns into a frowning bevel when a sweet caress of cold steel does the talkingwhen lying lips turn from stalking to walking get out of the way heed what i say no more time to play it's payday © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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