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I make circles with my fingers over your face and exhale Round and round until you find my mouth I quickly press you forward thrusting your broken parts like porcelain through my clenching teeth Cold visceral parts cobble their way down my throat until you release me
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
Libations of the Liberator
I make circles with my fingers over your face and exhale Round and round until you find my mouth I quickly press you forward thrusting your broken parts like porcelain through my clenching teeth Cold visceral parts cobble their way down my throat until you release me
timothy-manzano
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
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