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metal bright in my pillow, a you
in twigs. your knowing, joking, eyes,

moving around this puddle of toke,
fall distracted into my ready speech

Your dick has been colonized into a hyperhole

I've been down on top of skies, nipples feel
After
shaky hexagons
you matched my dress
like a child with intervening squirts
nose lips
jiggling
small drunk with almost teeth

our four legs in a shadow jump

your mind triceps are a hardon

what motion noise. a clippings boy with
lighthouse pokes


You're PM has been renamed

twist of a cat swoon

splashing balls, eating, breathing

tight in the bends, stalking in gestures

0h, I stare through your mossy pose