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Tongue Of Your Sushi  

No beath but the pulse is there,      
giving me tongue of your sushi      
from my sweet Calamari,    
and a little green bottle of sake    
listing, to the other side stare,    
of twilight's yoga slow dance,      
yet holding on to the buoy      
with your head on my chest      
touched by the razor's edge      
a guillotine to your tomorrow    
giving me tongue of your sushi      
hanging on by the strings    
in a bees house of mead tea,      
saving no marrow for sympathy      
as the mahjong screams,      
echoing over Fujiyama      
Written by PaleSkies
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