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Sep 2014
At the 10 o'clock streetlight arc
glowing
sweet sweat our desires glistening
knowing
effervesce in the build ups

like dew on dry dead grass now
growing
a cigar split open green
burns
I lean in huskily mean
whisper
have a hit of this
you groan in answer
giggle
a lil' bit take me now you
said.
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