I traces. A surprising
testimony. As
clammy. A close
sustainable without development. A kiss
not argued.
Just a kiss, and then voila!
Forget it!
Now it itches.
But no more than that.
Just a strange uneasiness,
Like being singled out.
I have more room. My body
pitched.
I feel sick. Your
tail on the tip of my tongue as an idea.
Savoring the end that remains.
Enough of this, and that's it! I am joyful
and without-the-money.
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