Spanish ships with sails of blood
Pioneers trample fields of buffalo
All our pinned by The Book of Enoch
Printing presses and King James
Elevate Cicero
Bury my censured heart
Apartheid kittens
Bluster, seminole voluptuous excuses
Ambulance love
We meet like volunteers at a funeral
House of mirrors
Everyone saying the same thing
The same boring reflection
Catharsis and severed souls
She hated being a virgin
She loved being laid
Now there is proper form
Molested art in proper form
Cantos like whispering guilt
The gold rush ghosts in bikers
Escape into the deep holes
Most people are old, very old
Her thighs are young mountains
She still wears very sexy panties
I am done joining groups
To enjoy the world one must hate it
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