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drip drip drip

i’m going to get you make you move down low where honey drips make you trip wire tremble alone in the dark where no one can hear how you speak but me my ears attuned to your longitude the steady pulse of your cursive heart beating to purple bruises manufactured by my hand on your hip and that steady drip drip drip of your surrender. 
Posted 04/28/16
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