Sacramental Whores..
and life goes on..
NOt a thing in sight,
not a horse on its back...
and life goes on...
the full belly and an empty bladder...
muscles paining.. and head splattered...
the running nose and a dribbling mouth...
dry as a bone, dry as a drought...
they reach the sands
the oasis of time..
they move across...
one desert at a time..
all this feeling
the palm trees shades...
never know the mirages
of an evergreen rain...
it rains it pours
On sacramental whores...
and life goes on..
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