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glossy
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put in debbie
i am torn like an old
magazine, but wanting
to curl the corners
pet the bunny
dance the night
in an intimate hover
over bed wrappings
libations of your
mumbles
play the scales
of harmonies
arch your spine
in splendid
excitement
spread your toes
wet the page
and flip you over
put ingenue
in boomer life
in the in
and out of this
pretense
pretense of
suite dreamy
with my arms
curled around you
