her complex chemical reactions
lead to expectations
that I practice the way
to unload a grocery cart.
we went two times a night,
claws, beard, entangled
searching for purchase.
Ranking first, number one
flush-knocked-cartoid-throb,
she bespilt unvoweled
octaves from the high sierra.
Open your eyes,
Cowgirl,
I feel objectified.
post-second had a
very why dialect.
laugh asking,
do you like me?
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