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When the moon was looking at us through the hazy window
grey roof
legs waving in the air
colorless moaning spots hitting the wall
poems, dancing in the ashtray stealing the moon's glow
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overflow yet to happen
the chirm of dawn
sinking into a star before the sun rises...
Published 25th Feb 2025
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inbox,,, where sperm are deposited during sex.. a sticky tunnel... hope you understood very well... well thanks you... Interesting comments...
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“Moaning spots hitting the wall” is a brilliant turn of phrase. I like this piece quite a bit
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