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    i am so high i remember youbeautiful     [ly?]oil paint and dog hairyour bay of hipsand the storming it cradledyou: hole-punching shadowsagainst the bedsheets in my memoryi think of youi think of mistake    of hurt of things i shouldn't thinkthe shades closeand it is nightso i remember the beachthe moonsex…
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    He's hers. The words slither from my rippling tongue like a snake. Gently sliding a hypnotic swerving body and aiming prowling eyes toward a steaming spring. I stretch my lip-textured Skin deep into water hot enough to turn a cold-blooded reptile into a mouth watering meal. Not Mine! Not Mine!Oh…
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