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Jul 2013
two
mold your shape into the piece
that matches my puzzle
so that i may rest
in the innumerable crevices
that inhabit your aching body
a swarm of lust and love
violently shaking the cores
inside me and you
now, we face the question
of which we will give into
(is both an option?)
speakeasied
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