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May 2010
spiral down bodies
as our mouths turn toward
each others
erupt frenzied rapture
in a gasping valley
ramble i do testing
every scent i elicit
from the imperfect cure
of her shady lungs
coat me with your
heavy breaths
i'll wear your tongue
on my god
for
this night
PK Wakefield
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