Trailing long shadows ache and dissolve,

I just want to live in the womb warm flames of flesh

Nineteen year old poet in the waiting room

Trains turn up, like ideas, with no sense of

Past, present or future

Hidden deep in the ocean bottom, to 

Wait for another time, a better world.

The love train arrived as he gazed

At her tight behind

A massive attack of d...

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