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While her quince, stratums the wind
Yearning for the pillory
of your buckshee sleek leer
where chary cadences
aileron rolls into thorny caresses
and scampering apologies
wear me,
as a flyblown hello
discarded in passing winks
i’m ceiled with coarse grit
and tailored cretonne ignes fatui
mordant and crass
like the skirted dust
of embryonic suns
glued mass aligned
with your ocular basorexia,
why do you not implode,
and become cirrose,
sustenance into my prison
of dubiety,
must you,
lasso the quiet capture
of my quilted fulcrum?
and I rage,
at the pull of you,
the cooping hunt,
chemically strewed.
of your buckshee sleek leer
where chary cadences
aileron rolls into thorny caresses
and scampering apologies
wear me,
as a flyblown hello
discarded in passing winks
i’m ceiled with coarse grit
and tailored cretonne ignes fatui
mordant and crass
like the skirted dust
of embryonic suns
glued mass aligned
with your ocular basorexia,
why do you not implode,
and become cirrose,
sustenance into my prison
of dubiety,
must you,
lasso the quiet capture
of my quilted fulcrum?
and I rage,
at the pull of you,
the cooping hunt,
chemically strewed.
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