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Porcelain She's a Girl with new dishes that fit her becoming a woman i find myself proximate to (porcelain i'm atop her with heat near her belly and eyes that shade uncertain feelings) Who is my Which under new person skin lies and sheds all the gawkish unstretching amazement around it she names it it's funny (and porcelain all i can think about white valleyed reasons that curve and persuade me my hands to her softness) Some Doorman a hat tips and naked we stutter and smiling acknowledge the portent his presence a nod to the strange unmechanical nature a bow to the oddness uncomfort of this (while the porcelain warm turbid water seeps in through the retinas quickly detaching and floating becomes all sensation invades all my limbs down and backwards your ravenous hunger it fetches me, drawing, affords me one breath we embrace) While it Floats drifting off at a distance becomes an irreverent aside, hey they march with no orders and sink (melting porcelain great churning sea) |
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