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there are tears on my heart
i rubbed my finger, and then my thumb
in circadian breath and rhythm
ridging his craft for the child
worming membranes
as mudlarks ran in the darkness
like the blood in my heart,
it feels like my body is walking underwater,
piercing me where there are tears.
Published 26th Mar 2016
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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26th Mar 2016 5:46pm
"over the wormcock, ridging the clitellum
and over the meatus"
I dont know these words, but they are arousing just the same. Very nice and welcome to DUP.
and over the meatus"
I dont know these words, but they are arousing just the same. Very nice and welcome to DUP.
