hey down a down down downSara Couden
lovers were fucking in the bushes, amongst the wheat so stiff and gold above my rooty head. puffed and tanned skins blushing like bilious and nodding poppies. it was spring. juices on the ground and inside it. there was some contact spillage and some yellow screaming. hey down a down down. it was the weather. and i loved you in the dirt. i sat atop and under rocks and loved you, red and black persephone.
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