The Tavern On The Hill

Creamy flesh shuddered in her bone dips, shook tears from the silent centre of spider-ravaged lungs. Meekly I squandered the look, sunk a bitter mouthful to my own marital guts. Another silence, a sullen bike through watering, crippled dawn.

Duncan Hall

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