Particularly dry
speech impediments twist and sputter
hungry eyes you bastard kitty cuddle snuggle
you can count on me
I count your lies
suckling put me to sleep
boreal forest flies fills you up
like a blister
you gained a confidence I didn't think
you had
it in you
rubbed on my tummy lucky
stockpiled high
hopes
for you
pick it up already
a heart that is finished
it's beat beets battered
I came here
to fuck
you
know the rules of the church and steeples
pinball pop it in
comparisons to a hose or running fingers
unwashed hair
overlooked
my baby
doesn't
keep up on it
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