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No wonder each tickle is seismic There are mountains in your fingerprints Tiny topographic maps I want to sculpt a range of them All peaks, plateaus and lowest points All jades and pines and shades of you And epoxy brooks will pool Where swirls of myself etch the plaster For if I touch you, I thirst to water you I thirst to water you
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
after adjusting my axis to your atlas
No wonder each tickle is seismic There are mountains in your fingerprints Tiny topographic maps I want to sculpt a range of them All peaks, plateaus and lowest points All jades and pines and shades of you And epoxy brooks will pool Where swirls of myself etch the plaster For if I touch you, I thirst to water you I thirst to water you
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
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