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Trapdoor of things half-said
in whispered non-disclosure Your thoughts I count on timid fingers One A stranded boat Two halves of your face between brightly pinked nipples Three is a blueprint of perfect humility Four swarming of your hands asking for lips Five you think to step aside That’s on one hand Your mute presence filling silence Breathing through my pauses guiding this yearning to the hidden course of words to words to come |
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oohh damn!................nice.
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nice
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lovely
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