exes and ohs
primitive awes
steeping in throats
my god, you are the prettiest little number
i could wake up beside you forever
if only i could fall asleep
if only i could ever dream
a sequence that dances around your figure
wrapped in seagull wings and tasting bitter
following the sun until it slips
beneath your skirt
without a glimpse
watch out here i come
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