Porous Puke Spree – Day 16

face like string
gaunt guitar split
rustic rhythm bleeds
gaze gore breeds
hoisted hollow dug
by leering lust

limbs like sequoia
bounty breeze’s destroyer
nocturnal nature’s lawyer

callous curves canvass
attention into trance
stark emotions spanked

I, punctured priest
porous puke spree.
’20:02:16:09:56

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

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