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PK Wakefield
Poems
May 2012
Untitled
at that your, unstartled completely, without
hesitation because hips
(an electric fire; inside me)
SPRings
to my lips
that fleetly depart
my face to be
where they are longing
to incise
the placid unhaired
of your
between thighs
velvet forever
notch
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