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Cascade, lights
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I think I see the moon in your eyes
Twilight flickers like a streetlamp
no
not the way
touch me gently but don't offend me
Abrasions fade languidly
Honey
warmth dripping from pronged desire
Hold me dear
Don't hold me High
close
Your eyes and qualm that thirsty flicker
Chafe my tongue on Satan's Syrup
Abrasions fade languidly
humming pulse
near
dear
nurture the breadth of nature
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