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my first poetry post...
Perhaps I'll begin with a haiku:
Gratification
Oily wet between our legs
Burning like a coal
And some freeform:
fumble, fumble
words without meaning
seep through my lips
and call themselves verse
tit tat
of diversion
crawling into my mouth
overwhelming my brain
and spewing its false credits
out the tips
of these nimble
fingers
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