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Into

I will be a wilderness
I will be a candle lit near curving flesh
Like drowning pools

My eyes

Set upon
Your own

Set upon
A mythology of man
Created by the heat

Urgent friction

Of my thighs

The brass and hinges
Of fingers grip
Begging not
To be torn away

Begging
And always then....

A wilderness
And trail setting off into

Begins
Written by Calamityofgin
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