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Dec 2011
i
tonight he
ard t
he
whole increasing
churn of asleep
moon light
profess
*******, a pair
of giggling
gorgeous effluent
skinny skin

and peaked mounting
each lush pale
drop of flesh
a pinkest isle
dithered and

cooed a string
of pleasant
sharp rasps
of whitish
light

   (the moon like
like honey drips
the whole sky fantastic
and carnal with
the imploding bulge
of her Winter
set ****
        ).
PK Wakefield
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   A L Davies
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