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2d
clicks like an ice cube clattering
off her teeth. my love, she talks
like a cipher spins. still, ringless
and moonless she hangs there
like an invitation; some bootless
rocketship i fancy myself to be.
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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