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For our own grave and shallow reasons,<br />
we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,<br />
your milky body is in season, this house<br />
you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.<br />


I light candles, play an oldies station.<br />
Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,<br />
but the motions are mechanical, a muscular<br />
offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.<br />


'''Here, Now'''
Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.<br />
 
For every inch you open up, I’ll drive<br />
Sal Cetrano
a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,<br />
 
swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.<br />
For our own grave and shallow reasons,
we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,
your milky body is in season, this house
you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.
 
I light candles, play an oldies station.
Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,
but the motions are mechanical, a muscular
offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.
 
Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.
For every inch you open up, I’ll drive
a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,
swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.
 
For it’s truth that’s left me like this,
swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.
Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,
I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.


Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars,
For it’s truth that’s left me like this,<br />
taste it in riot of piss and bitterroot.
swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.<br />
Across your deepest essence, see me stretch
Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,<br />
my muddy cloak, the ultimate pollution.
I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.<br />


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Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars,<br />
taste it in riot of piss and bitterroot.<br />
Across your deepest essence, see me stretch<br />
my muddy cloak, the ultimate pollution.<br />
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