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Dec 2016
dances between the dimensions.
like stepping into a pool,
she is immersed
to every crevice
of her body.

she can drink it down
into her ******
it resonates in its chamber
she feels like a phonograph
skreaming and shaking
then laughing
then more.

peel the light off of our bodies.
hang it to make a tent.
a tent to live and die inside of.
Written by
mike
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