inch that bit
closer,
i’ll still be further
than you
know,
i hope my dark
ages won’t
show,
and that whatever i
am, wherever
i am’s
whole enough to
keep you
close,
bare chest feathered
by her button
nose,
++++
my yolks only taste good
and golden when
running gooey
over dawn’s
pale body.
Grumpy Gorman
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