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Apr 2019
pleasant fiction
our
*** smells, and love spells

Those drops of you (like a love unnamed)
slid down my throat
Toward the entrails where I felt you most:::
rain down a repository of truth

This Holy Hamster Wheel of the undefinable
indefatigable, attraction...
I have no choice but to chase the unattainable
her
Aegean eyes, and text lullabies
Clark Davis Hitchens
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