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you and me, red

O' Hatter, do you like the drink of my tits?
will you inject my suitcase with sperm,
shove your head under God's bloody faucet?
you've dealt red cards before
but I’m the Queen of embryonic hearts;
unleash the hummingbirds, the nectar
fill me with hot water tea-time talker!
if I don't come wearing a fetus
blame the orchard between us in bed,
the pomegranate
my rotting womb.

8 Aug 15

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do you do tents and sleeping bags as well?

i can set you up with a sleeping bag?
 — unknown

trump approves rouge boob
 — unknown

strophes 2 and 3 are spot-on.  strophe 1, not so much.
 — JKWeb

I like sleeping bags.
 — jenakajoffer

Thanks for your comment James!
 — jenakajoffer

Wow, either I have a really poor memory (which is likely) or this feels like it has definitely been changed for the worse,

Are you playing, Jen?
 — PollyReg

tea-time talker?

 — PollyReg

It feels Like the attitude of naked aggression with cognitive ability of Gertrude Stien.
Love it
 — crepaway

Hi Polly! Yes I'm playing.

Thanks for the comments :)
 — jenakajoffer