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i want your hand
across my belly
i want your breasts
upon my back
i want your pain
to rip right through me
i am your death
you are my wrath
i
beyond the threshold
i
as art of fact
i
right down to my throat
you are my loss
i am your map
i find your eyes
they give me shelter
i find your lips
they give me peace
i find your need to take me over
open my heart
i
open my legs
i
open my mail
i
you are my fate
i
i
the city burning
i
to provincetown
i
the soft dunes yearning
you
i am your sound
i long to be
your handsome woman
i long to feel
the crease of time
i long to free
medusa
i
you are mine
i need to carve
your face in pavement
i need to die
in your embrace
i need to keep
a grave engagement
you
i
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