Friday, 1 April 2011





Sanctuary

We chose our sanctuary
Brokered excitement gloss full brochures
In the blinding rays
Sun, sex, frolicking waves
Salted skin
Climbing into the arms of some foreign culinary delight
Hiding drowsed cultured new pastures
Idling in habitual blindness
Whitening morning sun
Smacking our lips on new found revenge

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