| Message | I wrote this on some toliet paper, so sorry if it’s hard to read..
She kissed my tender harp
Dusk dews myst I taste it’s spice
Holy cloth rims thru her abyss
I grip Cupid-nector’s naked reach
Lady arch your wish above gloom
Splashes from a cancered yawn
I do hear a verbal bliss echo cracks
Shall drown in leaks of angle myths
Equipt dawn and ruby lead |