~ redemption has no CA value
acetones
in every blind melancholy
finds retribution;
but it’s in the rain…
where thirst quenches
those visceral
of pores
aching for salvation;
sadly,
there is no redemption here,
just an ocean
of rain
falling off my tulips;
my pussy needs
an umbrella
& a cigarette…
I unloved
that we
fu ~
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