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Inhale...Impale...Exhale
I have so
so grown;
and outgrown
these undercoats
Burrows made of furrows - not a few...
oh
no
not from you...
Resounding rounds
you sunk in me
like buckshot
I'll lap up attacks - all clean;
creamy clotted draught
lethal leavings, all for me
I'll say
I'll say...
I'll say I'm free
I'll use my skin
to sheathe my teeth
Published 23rd Jul 2018
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