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To 'M' (Wet Pentametrics)

The spit it drips from under my tongue
‘round half ellipse of my lower lip
More munificent than filles de joie
That’s why je reste avec toi

I sift my words through sieve and rid
Free from trite and cannibal kin
Alone in white, dark per candle lit
Skin it twines - think swine in the sky

Drove it deep, too deep, she said
Pentametrics get her wet
Two doves fly whilst I impede from above
It’s fantasy; don’t read into it, love
Written by Rag_Brother
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