speakers sound slim jumping the juice all rolled up into a ground pound booth we found the cradle robbed and rocking split with the grain hugging the tooth soothed by the sensous sounds of sedation tuned to the cryptic replies of salvation dribbled and played in the same sides of gray tins shined and lined with steel bands sanding dancing in deserts and feeding your feet treading on dust wind with coarse grainy heat
stretch it grasped and drastic dragged through the last breath of giving up
No comments:
Post a Comment