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wrapping her in cellophane

kills me with the noise

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the suddenness of you is unbearable on my skin

the prophecy

of toothless smiles and broken embraces

unaccounted miles and lost traces

on a country road by a tree

waiting for Godot

they must be warned

cacaphony

spending measured nights, awake

strumming life's unproportionate segments

albeit leisurely

haute couture

buttoned up to the top

with precious little stones

embellishing the cuff

and additional strip of cloth

securing the neck

is not what I signed up for,

protests the boy

scampering around

in torn boxers, just.

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accusing a flippant heart, convenience is underplayed

role play

screw your fantasy, she said

you do not play me well

and it is uncomfortable being you

source code

his fingers

move

like magic

through clay clumps

dumped on

spinning wheels

does he though

bake them 

at their best..

or his?

play III

under her lips

his beard tickles

over his

her fragrance settles

spoken words

know no place

no more