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Mar 2018
his devil lips
took from them
in
sips

he watches my form
pretending he
has
been born

scattering words center stage
trying on lovers
with fits
of
rage

welcome ladies
to my banning days
that my eyes
be
ocean swole

swirl in my bowl

they lap him with thier tongues
they are easily un strung
from playing
beautiful
tunes
to
dreading thier minds

into his room

that my prayers could escape the sky
listen as the smoke bellows
from his eyes
what part
of
you
would you like spread
your heart or that part
that scents blood
once
be
tween
your legs

watch for him to pick your next drip
hold his hand
as he helps you
slip

from
his
devil lips
?















...
..
.
they more than likely

will
...
..
.
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