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the world is flown        and i sleep beside you wed  our mossy appetite has become cleaved                                      a sleeve running between us on this bed       a warm hum     the pores  pipe open     intimacy issues forth    traversing the gap   intelligence sliding    slack and froth             like moist candy-floss   icking and tearing our shared dream      our powerful phantom          gussy travellers        ravelling in sheets of smoky sea  grey/green misting of the memory gland gathering up dead celebrity tuning structures to our jubilee re-creation in a vibe theatre we're partners conducting our behaviour                          for a grand flotsam revelry                                           dizzed up and narcotic          no doubt ; we are unreal it is the neon hour... i flicker            feeling the rushing of your warm system          i feel weather speed over our bodies                                striping and refreshing the energy             in the oil light blinking   i see you           scar beauty over the berths' landscape            you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes           you are if to say     "plug back in to our shared motion"            "we could be imperishable"          "i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse"           you brush my hand which fizzes                                           and i clothe my eyes            re-enter our developing potion                      within   our great mouths feed alike           our dual nature is a shared gratification   within
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Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
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the world is flown        and i sleep beside you wed  our mossy appetite has become cleaved                                      a sleeve running between us on this bed       a warm hum     the pores  pipe open     intimacy issues forth    traversing the gap   intelligence sliding    slack and froth             like moist candy-floss   icking and tearing our shared dream      our powerful phantom          gussy travellers        ravelling in sheets of smoky sea  grey/green misting of the memory gland gathering up dead celebrity tuning structures to our jubilee re-creation in a vibe theatre we're partners conducting our behaviour                          for a grand flotsam revelry                                           dizzed up and narcotic          no doubt ; we are unreal it is the neon hour... i flicker            feeling the rushing of your warm system          i feel weather speed over our bodies                                striping and refreshing the energy             in the oil light blinking   i see you           scar beauty over the berths' landscape            you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes           you are if to say     "plug back in to our shared motion"            "we could be imperishable"          "i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse"           you brush my hand which fizzes                                           and i clothe my eyes            re-enter our developing potion                      within   our great mouths feed alike           our dual nature is a shared gratification   within
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Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
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