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Dec 2011
Today
anybody is the right body,
taut and lean,
exploiting youth.


Flesh is flesh on flesh,
smooth and seamless.


Making love is not love;
purely a fabrication that lures in
any susceptible soul
with salty, passionate promises.


Bodies fall victim to bodies,
deluded by ecstasy
over and over
and over again.


Though they may release a double negative
at some point in time,
lips never lie.
Written by
LZ
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