Heal healing, hemorrage thought, graft gasp, constant crotch, pixel pocket, pandemic puss, the fuse lights the fire when she won't suck my cock
Love forgets its preamble, the trough of last nights cough as the cat snores until the bore forlorned in a naked bed beside her
fuck you, I have a toothache, a heartache, a sacredache, a fingerache, a headache, a hairache, an eyeache, a niceache, an ache for every 'yes' he ever said and ache for every 'no' she didn't say when she should have
I've worked all day for the perfect word, so I came home with my coat on, sat down and forgot the word that was perfect
All we need is one word and we spend our whole life looking for it
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Frank Sauce
- By Jeffrey Bershaw
- from Portland, OR
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