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Oct 2015
jar
placing the fingers in your mouth
They are warm and cold like heart and feet, its bitter and sweet. Bittersweet.
Dip them in and around the jar between my thighs
and it tastes like cinnamon, sand, rain, submission, cold soup, lonely, happy, drowning


and back to lonely
INFINITEabyss
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