I light the last I want to smoke the snow can wait through walls it glows the bows are playing my backbones tune the nervestrings till overtensed even faster than it is possible until I am old and useless straddling ribs are no deterrent without sparing she resins me bending me even if it takes years for I’ll be told what to dream of I light the last I want to smoke the snow can wait through walls it glows the bows are playing my backbones tune the nervestrings till overtensed even faster than it is possible until I am old and useless she throws herself on me when age limit expires, she waits no more as nothing else it deserves she kicks away that bally score she keeps tuning, hoping for a snap If she could, she’d strain it further icy fingers again and again on me she’d play something tender |
