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for just a moment, there was a swimoonlitdrunkendance laughing in snuggle the water warm limbs touch so gentle unexpected tingle..

bare ly e leven all bare foot in swamp l a n d s o f ve g i t a i on an d thorns the dogs , the foots t e p s, nearing each b..

hunting. hip taught slacks invite me into madness. stirring scent and soft intoxicates, boils your pulse into my ears pounding bass drum beat..

what if we are clouds? touching mixing to join. some in strat streamline wispy and thin, the fluffy bask (sun)day, the crow..

dried crumble christmas tree laid on the curb for weeks, in snow rain chill left for the coroner who never came just carried he..

glow slow sipping the sea wander the flickering leaves through sun beam shades the picnic shore smile in kodachrome tints of afternoons as ..

street ssssssssshhhhhh by the car ss treet s weeper, predawn wafts of birds scooping out of the park their dark silhouettes against the puddle..

it’s killing me, this nasty stranglehold of worship languid, you are lying to me so easy, spattering the blood of my lungs a..

pushed under the street lamps lumps, each callous dream bitter bites hands feeding her chocolate while they stare at her a*s, like it is a free b..

mouthwash on the hillside the spikes stick out and holding the cliff in one fell swoop i'm climbing and riding the crevasse barren except f..