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one finger, two fingers, the hand...
in the middle, on the side, there... no!
bite on the lips
licking the soles of the feet
snake wrapped around branch
thick sweat and spurs
stirrups and whip
downtime downtime
glow that calls
and call it hard
hardness so tender
that opens and pierces
thirst for much
hungry for everything
mute dialog
horse and rider
united in struggle
that lock of bodies
which were two
and merge
in a third.
PAR
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