today I feel splashing roses leaves crumbling my soul into their color fading when t(h)orn away from hearts
only winds call my names of all them to force me into scuffled mind
a knife returns telling me with smiles on steel to be sure it’s real now a line between then-

Anemoi turns to me to reveal the mortal eye, I will run over your emotions,
I will tear out your soul
you will have to search ever
your heart only accepts it’s lush life put the blade to skin and write your tears

a passionate cut along the wrist makes sense in needs towards your tender hold tearing me in half-
so reflecting particles give appeal to light the hemoglobin across desires stresses pain runs as water should

along the muscles squirting to light the fire beyond borders separating us it seeds

then again a struck of lightening threatens my vision, I feel my soul is in vain
a welcomed repetition as infinitio described to us
the bullets of eyes besides knocking the fire to listen the spark

tossed synapses squinted under door slips smell of desire cramping smiles as ideology in matters of trust
‘she has been there’ he told them, it was though anytime more than weird being all of sudden behind
the tender fist would touch reality-
as smacked to mornings after treasures had been spoken to us, we had changed the fierce laughter to lust
a red squirt took part after passing blades dressed as brides to be slaughtered through lies.

as hundred years might have passed, no one would count like this,
but in fact of useless time it was it to reveal the glimpse of it’s self, I as matter was blushing.

Her hair was calling for rewired melodies, it felt such as time was of no importance
all of sudden fire was making the chance of light bringing the hours to seas we swim.
A hunger for long as touched skin melted through sweat burning love touching deepest part of it-

Smelling burnt, reloaded to scam the part I wished to observe, he called for help it was only flames torching
hands as lingers then flares upon it again, it dwelled, like the gods once as shivers were engraved to history-

He called for the suns being dressed as Queens thirsting for desert revelations through their relieves of love
bringing love to life and cutting the threat in half through invitations of milk plate descriptions.

As I was wishing the finger would cross my breast leaving the trail of the devil signing his contract
for de will of I will to leave unfold my skin to be observed as burred mind being used to observe the poison
envy, threshold of scattered looks- the spine could only crack now, it lit the pipe, them dropped;
as_rep. (she already knew…) it whipped the range across all tears smacking longings teasing pinched
sounds reading her eyes.

there’s fascination, fascism schism the muscles appear again cramping their noise as heard unwanted
behaviors but they are endeavored to release cells,- when will the time
what unmentioned stupid question they served to answer the force, I felt never guilty to squirt my face
however and the cows where flying already to speak of the truth they felt, it was silly

a piano was acting like thoughts towards mirrors being spilled to corners making the dress seem flattered
another while, so how come they called the cops, it felt like trash crushed to iris trendy purses we smiled.

From wooden appearance offshore refreshing touches would sign her hand finally, it became composed
as nails slit throats of sideways and other travelers- it felt ugly sticky
he lived a lush life, so what
she crumbled the paths to make it glow
bits of bites where desire compressed through wires exalting the needs to burn

returned to sensual purged feelings victorians return to disgust-
para que solve reputations along square tortured nihil machine
5 stars pointed the way to the 4 receipting the order medicine

the cobblestone would awake me bumping the scene as hit by light smacking aim
her arms would tangle my neck to her indulged wish of their comfort

a door opened, it felt like metal cutting my legs, the ceiling was gone

a leg appeared

chtulu r’yley jaja knee fur mine
rekoon them are open

i held ovens handle, the time to heat it was up.
‘he pushed the frozen pizza to hell’
thinking about future it was only burning
-

‘i lost weight’ he said, I might be matching the light through shutters soon.
followed by lips of night and day they all suffered at will

i got lost a day of mine

triangle forte became his hair to dress as roje reverted file
y tu why not
you wish to cut your throat at men’s sins, a shiver she felt, a heart filled by fear of questions
recognize the you or shield the force to pass the smiles to rotten angel spells of moans yearning-
a string of sleep returns as protection of desire stretches the chord he felt it was only as meant
spikes in toes they stepped upon the face to see the truth was it only as mentioned?
right on not the way to move to make understood what had to be told. did it matter in this part of history
however the LED went of display behaviors so it wasn’t anything to bother anymore

a block further a wonderful mother called my name it felt like incest admit
we chatted for joy and seeking lines beyond’est underwear’s characters
it just felt mastered by thrown crowns of love cut in parts revealing rays of bitten necks shown to windows
puppets dancing to the queen we smiled after years of capturing the heat, it was terrible-

infants were as us in canned disgust after breaking the neck of dada towards heaps in piles as well
escaping is simple in raise of wounds describe chances leaving patterns through scars divide the point
a clean toilet was the measure in cups as eggs fell from their ceilings shells crossing streets as caretakers

you know HOW
thirsting bleeding tongues dragging the soul to invade painting the dream of clean sheets rep.
the carpet was already full of blood he stabbed the crowd starring tears of cold winds
hey Sun, where you’re going with that ray of yours leaving my pockets of love crying for names at tracks

empty gone home ones

fear kiss after songs and cats being yelled through mirrors undressing the scene; a choir appears.
past, was I arrested thirsty of yours tongues smelling only melting flames down throats-
a torch being tossed to faces not watching the spark would only melt upon this spectacle
absolutely drunk a face starred at the truth and watching disaster take place warming the nest of iris
she felt ill, he was not aware.- sour pulp pillow was her rain towards measuring

sitting near the playground
a miniature desirable sense made aware of how magnetic skirts would seem to work past future
i would only be trusted telling my sun of her desire spreading legs at any age I felt pervert
a warm shower made it real to see coming down as curtains covered the scene

~ Jaan Patterson on date to date

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