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Ripeness poetry [ ]
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2016-08-06
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I’d like to be the night
Growing inside your bones.
Each of my breaths forms a house
Wich doesn’t need me .
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I wouldn’t like to be David,
As I’ve thrown my lust towards you
More than just 5 times.
The planet you sit atop of
Looks like a giant mandarine
Through which I’m biting my way
To kiss your legs.
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