dissection wise
half onion stone
stuff your mattress
loose dog loose
waking to a pirate's breath
hot and sour on the nape of your neck
calls you by your mother's name
trout belly silk, a brace of shakes
tell your man my hands are itching
lose your shame, see it slow
two lane cyclone red
let your backbone ease
let your hands forget
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