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Mar 2018
Crawl inside me just one last time.
Fluoroscopic xylophone.
Give it to me, redefine it.
Scratching at my collarbone.

Edible yet undigested.
Fingers never miss a beat.
Rocket-powered genitalia.
Punching through the blazing heat.

Tie it to another concept.
Mental imperialism.
Work it to a new horizon.
Overwhelm the cataclysm.

Take it to the edge and let go.
Supersonic microphone.
Feel it up and down and touch me.
Hold me by my collarbone.
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