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Oct 2011
the air is silent tonight

her revolving thighs, pressed. i

sprial like a catnap

between the orange and

blue glow of fire light.

here, undressed,

amber inside

wild without regrets.

a twinkling.

as i breathe in the moist tendrils

softly on my lips

does this flavor of tragedy

bleed from my womb onto thin

carpet
Sean A Fleming
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Sean A Fleming
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