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under your big tops. delicious back somersault tumbles, tickling my chin as you would fly by over head. trampoline spike bounces off my Coppertone brown belly , as you would melt over me and my thighs applaud.... our passion was a three ring circus then. contortionist, soul grapplers and sin. and what is left to us now but scars still unreconciled, inside and out, cuts unkind that validate the ticket and price of our love's admission we each paid full ticket that summer. to be even for the shortest of times, under your big tops. the greatest show on earth.
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
The greatest show on earth/ the nowhere poems
under your big tops. delicious back somersault tumbles, tickling my chin as you would fly by over head. trampoline spike bounces off my Coppertone brown belly , as you would melt over me and my thighs applaud.... our passion was a three ring circus then. contortionist, soul grapplers and sin. and what is left to us now but scars still unreconciled, inside and out, cuts unkind that validate the ticket and price of our love's admission we each paid full ticket that summer. to be even for the shortest of times, under your big tops. the greatest show on earth.
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
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