Whooshing Warning

If death comes
with cold hands
damped by lusts
sour sorrow spanked
to drench you
I’ll sword pull

chop those hands
bake bounty band
serve your breakfast

death be warned
less be pawn
to lovers’ sworn

can’t share her
even with her.
19:11:11:12:05

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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