Cusps seem to rust easily
Tell me more of whores
Fabled doors and
Unfold
Lift yourself to higher realms
Dream so big you learn to fly
Glide silken hands across
Dimpled thighs
Sing high praise and bathe
In the bliss of a
New world.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
