Viscera.
Poets spread words so thin in mine eyes,
Are they all about the times that they
Win into love and belch wanton sighs?
I write of viscera.
I write of viscera.
I write of viscera.
...
Are they all about the times that they
Win into love and belch wanton sighs?
I write of viscera.
I write of viscera.
I write of viscera.
...