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May 2010
h                o                   t
seconds rollick on the
s   e     m  ng
  t     a     i
placenta of this hithering
brimming over an indolent now
                       (coursing minutes flow into puddling hours;
dripping onto: the-yet-to-come)
                      "moist becoming, be A kind happening. for i am not"
came the slippery
whisper
from
unseen
oral
PK Wakefield
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