Milk and bleach
All my past lovers trudge my head sorely
touching null the milk still on my lips
Your family lay among the sulking lilies
They were afloat when love’s sutures exploded
At this pace all saints bleach and exhale.
All my past lovers trudge my head sorely
touching null the milk still on my lips
Your family lay among the sulking lilies
They were afloat when love’s sutures exploded
At this pace all saints bleach and exhale.