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O Milk

in whose

white blood

a fingers full

thick and

brutish

running curls

against

tight buzz

it mouths

unquietly

a tongue split

in twaining

cream

lapping the lips

on a stomach

convulsion kissed

bead by running

sweat pools

opens its throat

and

screams

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Published: Feb 6, 2025
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