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Feb 2016
drench
the whole ******* wooden bench
french fried tongue
must clogged lung
of the wine soaked skin
of a tanned muscled back
awww mmmm mmmm
the sheer power crushes my civilized programmed mind
into a thick primal lump
of coal
consisting of countless animals and plants
under pressure for millions of years
now able to combust
burning continuously
for hours.
days.
years.
ages.
unaltered.
Laura
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Laura  in the mountains
(in the mountains)   
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