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Nov 2013
Something like you shouldn't even exist
I tug at you thoughts until your liquid fully leaks as I crack your defenses let your fluid flow
yes I call you thing
you're nothing more than a faucet
yes you are a thing
you're tangible but not human inanimate but still breathing
you cling to my hands with your soft grooves
I open you with ease
pry you open with just words no tools I use my hands and soak them
you drip when I finish
and stay post visitation.
hey! now or Noun, stay, enjoy your false elation
© 2013 by S Fraz All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of S Fraz
ShFR
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ShFR  New York
(New York)   
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