Spitting, patting flower of titanium. lip-locked, verbiage sonogram With shadows of hurricanes dripping blood, moth-like opening. sweet and resolute. Hear the thoughts, dissecting silence like an umbilical cord unfurling, oozing, The tips of bud and bottoms of butt, clinging, parasitic love. parasitic hate both entwined, both subsisting. in your clockwise tongue of spits and spits. image and words-©MVS
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