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| THICK LICK A borrowed drum a quiet ocean manta rays breathing light in the company of crescent moon sharks. Stark reflections floating on a whispering cloud nine, night long long night, lingering on the way To a sound in time, releasing gods, crying through thicked lipped shells. The bird beak peaks, through butterfly thighs flutter buy the bye. Chill, trick, lick winds, chasing slow fool moons Waning on the other side, single stars out late, looking for that river that runs under the river, of my heart, a slow start. Glassy eyed in a vitrified sky, sweet mountains hanging around, endless nights of the outer shell. Experienced undulating hills, fluttering ferns glittering clitori, priestly shafts, empowered in the dark to light. Space...man, finding strength in soft bodies stuck firmly on the reef in the beleaf,but barking up the wrong tree or should i say out of your tree, how can that that be? Yet i feel a soft ebullience, in the quiet of a singular sky, drop down, cascade, cloud haze, lightly tainting a breath less. Drag on and sitting on the fence, caressing, fragrantly incensed, tall black knights. Swallowing bared branches and the many blossoms, bleeding around the edges of a touchy, feely, breezy, healing feeling otherwise known as a multiple reaction, satisfaction in action. |
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