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i am a wet tooth-sack grinding love-making, flesh- ridden fingernails back ward bending suck lungs like panting butterflies ballooning into we palms like chalices like wine rushing into screaming twin bellies arms dimpling, throat dripping with loss drunken, mouth moustache-clogged he swallowing the crunch of bones so flimsy.
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