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everybody knows the slow frenetic taking is a compromise,
my tongue parachutes inside the dome and the soft down
comforter is on the floor in the hotel room with a view of
fifth avenue and central park and the occasional glance outside,
a landing zone for the V-day parapoets
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and I laugh
cause we don’t got hurricanes in manhattan
unless they are man made
and the shower handle won’t turn us off
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and you feed me verses like long legged spaghetti lines,
and i say too fast too fast and you say too bad too bad
northern boy
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4:29am
fictitious delicious
