Monday, February 5, 2018

Remember silky cold along the narrow thigh?
The folds:
they knew more secrets than the night and memory could hold.
It's time to draw a line.
Who keeps the guard when dreams are in full bloom and ready to discard the juice?
The dealer at the bedside applies a safety mask and opens sterile gar.
There are collectors and potential buyers.
He knows them and can smooth talk a few without getting lost on paths of lying.

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