plastic dryer and a lintspoon

cry, turn, spread

you think that you run some risk

in a marathon way

mess turbulantation

crackdown semantics fooling


such intensity it frightens

girl Manchu, and I crumble

now I remember the hard white curve of that calf

please, allow me to cramp it up

the toes curl and tighten as if attempting to grip a knife to cut out the welts and the rust worn bricks of our time together and I am wracked with sensation and awe because I am not so proud even as I prattle and we meet forehead to forehead two pasty smooth dark minded individuals bent on bending and rolling and jerking and on and on and on as needs be

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