so where we go knowone really knows the pull of the band
and the snap of the wrist
take me bake me, slap me fresh in flour and take me open wide
not sexual, just wholey
whole pizz-it
so you know what its like to want wantingly
need gorgeously to thrive
i know the passion fields and the motorcades
the wallow wheels and the broken aid
the shallow pits and the buried graves
the words we speak and the words we stave
take this and live forever
take this and commune with the love
of a thousand souls turned inward into a bloom lotus
love you all
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