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Contortionists

Gathering slack in cracked baskets      
coiling up piles      
of fruitless forgone toils      
the unholy unraveling      
of my festered form      
    
braids of unpaid weight      
drape      
my silken snakeskin plaits...      
shedded salacities abate      
    
Us - inclinations unhidden      
urges unbidden      
enlarged ideals set on icemelt      
pedestals      
    
"Here comes the sun..."      
my fellow deviant darling      
    
& though I sit      
in chairs I've carved      
with hard-backed hedges      
I hold down my traversing      
hands...      
& the blood they shed      
beneath my transgressive thighs      
    
My guilty flow spreads      
over the seat      
proof of crossing      
heated X's    
over forbidden lines      
    
& flagrant evidence pools in your eyes
Written by AtoMikbomb
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