spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Purple and black-striped canvas tent Worn on the edges, patches here and there Outside smells like dog piss But inside it smells like incense And the thighs of a curvy woman There are crystals and magic 8 An indifferent dark cat curled on a… Continue Reading “Tarot (meet me at the carnival pt 1)”
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