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she slaps
tender boyish skin disturbed,
shaking side to side.
her pebble in my puddle.
ripples flowing down my neck
my needle quivering.
small tsunamis, crystal clear
sweep red across my eyes.
a freight train,
choo choo chooing between us
smoke transforming sight.
contorting grimey features,
tempting toothless smiles
too many suicides.
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obviously unfinished and unrevised.
spontaeniously written just now in the message board reply box.
some good ideas, some words need changing.
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She holds the room up by talk alone
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