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DEEEK
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i don't see how you
could
stop me i think i
could do this
for
ever
write a word
pen it make it touch your dirty
lightsocket losses, must make it out of here
burn my opiate sex
burn my short desire
burn my never-doing
burn my want-to-touch-you
you say it
don't be afraid
want it
poor old tongue catch
little loose lips
smell the reason in the daystrings
see it when i walk away;
butane could not stand without me
now i want you
to
SAY
it
don't be afraid
want it want it
know me
feel this yesyes yearn
polarize, spin-around, face-away, bottle-turn
upside-down, polarize
upside-down
take away
more to come more to stay
more to enjoy the fresher toys
more to touch drink dream enjoy
more to catch inside my clever wordgame ploys
((((rip)))e)
furry little monster, screamy screamy handboy
crave a little hunger
crave a little department tension
crave a spoonful of cream and cider
crave a seeping of dust inside her
b
po
eo eo
ahh
lyl
DEEEK.



