Ogletooth
Ogleteeth
You are the savage sun eating at holes
Airless beehives hiding hungry
In passonatly dyslexic messages
Written all over my eyes
Aware of no mud or honey
Chronically teetering over all of herstory's different sorts of fire
When gross sobering head bugs belch outward at a Hymen being
The god knocks back from another direction
Spoon feeding the outré where twilight looks morning
That is why the most rageous burn
Sings of old skin rarely
The haunted episodes and brittle loam herein
Say "loyalty!" loudly desrever in all grey letters
Pray be widowed better.
You are the savage sun
Crusading down on my cold holes of discord
A drone of unmittigated caring
Hungry for what you've swallowed
In such passonatly dyslexic vibe
Written all over my room and its smell
Chronically dithering over all of herstorys
Twin natures and different sorts of fire
My slowly sovereign dependency
Inside this dead here-t
About the Creator
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