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May 2020
the feelings are obcsene.
a disease slithering through intestines,
perpetual motion of ouroboros.
a pet curling up in the creases,
nuzzling furry ***.
a baby craving in the big unknown,
a parting extention of intimacy.
the feelings are entangled
like a warm belly button lint
noone wants to see
don't share
don't care
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   Bogdan Dragos
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