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fuck censoring

 
i already know
your black bedsheets

how your
coffee skin
melds into
white clouds,

how your pupils
widen & annihilate
as i lay down
drinking from
your river

my fur
becomes hot
my tongue
bursts into fire,

this is our bed;

i hear
our pining
in the early
hours

inside
cemented
words.


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