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I turn down an alleyway
flawlessly black
as pooled oil
Fear jams its tongue down my throat,
jerks a fist of hair, snaps my cry
like a bone.
It thrums a thick pulse,
parts the night air,
like your tongue in my mouth.
The air crawls to stillness.
In the potent silence
i shed my skin and join You.
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Copyright 2004
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