finding the scatter

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put in debbie





there is a ramble around

the room



that falls at your hips

with pornography of

your kiss



drinking dubious

endeavors

spilling over with

bedroom whispers



when things unravel

there are slivers



and there is the

shivers from

connecting flesh



when things are undone

you are curled into me



and perspiration

tries to escape in

to the humidity

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Incredibly beautiful evocation.


Januarian

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