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your bad ideas

fisherman's wharf bound  
undressed thoughts  
on the verge of egress  
immersed in the aftertaste of your salty
air  

shimmers glisten off the mound  
and I feel  
pretzel'd  
 
your chest cavity  
ripped opened  
listening  
to my sound  
 
echoes beat where midnight lasts  
beyond the howl of one beast  
 
I scalp the frost from your windowpane  
and tongue out the truth  
leaving lasting memories  
of the only pleasure  
that was meant for me  
  
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