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Apr 2010
a soft
blue (undulating) god
cuts the
night
with moist sighs

like too much light
it hurts
to touch
with tired i's

but don't no
try yesing
and be mine

(i will worship you
soft blue beautifully)

on my knees:
though it might hurt me so
PK Wakefield
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