Stung while writhing on a chair set into the sand
I only think of you when light hits the floor a certain way
Heat breaking into a wet wish
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All I see are dogs
Nostalgia Balm
Talking through mirroring grin corners
Creating a sheen
Creating a sheen
Like performed intimacy
Ready to remain here
Such an array of wet viscosity
Consuming you from afar
Hidden horns waiting to be twisted
