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          "If everyone were equal how would anyone have any value?"

whatayou whatayou whatayou
come on,

Babe

let me

put a finger in ya
in ya lips
in ya, honey

let me dip you
wanna
taste

?


(   "  Taste it.  "   )

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              "You turn me on in a different way that I'm not used to."































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                                ­              "I wrote you a poem."



























.

i   have   felt   you ,
the           entering ,
of  a whole world
inside               me

   (I am its mouth)

but          it speaks

through your lips

Dying: that's life–who is a boy

sitting alone; and knows,

but writes a poem anyway.

the moon that
i like parting waters
of brief ocean
have kissed

is like
(cheeked more in)
downy vests
of young flesh

( red haired
  firm titted
  laughing. )        a very slender hollow



between deep roots



(where even dying grows)