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Do Animals Sin?
Does he think of her when
my breath brushes over him?
I see her eyes when I kiss the same
flesh her lips have known.
I feel a cold trimmer in my chest as
we cross the lines of fidelity,
certain of tsunamis to follow.
At the moment of his entering,
my eyes drift up to ask,
Do animals sin?
my breath brushes over him?
I see her eyes when I kiss the same
flesh her lips have known.
I feel a cold trimmer in my chest as
we cross the lines of fidelity,
certain of tsunamis to follow.
At the moment of his entering,
my eyes drift up to ask,
Do animals sin?
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