Folding Flesh
Folding Flesh
Her Folds Were Dripping Sweet Sweat Into Nightly
She Told Herself : Stop Dreaming So Brightly
Soft Syringe, It’s Shafted Hinge – Of Painful Joy…
Syrup Drip Drops, Sticky Lick Mops
Off Of Her Morning Berry Nipples
Those Early Berry Pins Of Skin
O m n i f u s i o n 
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