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soheaven is also your dog,her saliva,warm, thick drops of itplashingacross your thighas you write thisas you look over the citywith the touch of the sunon the nape of your neck.the other lounges,panting, sprawled;an opened purseexpendingjoy.Jesse, there;Alex, here.Abundance unfolds,and it doesn'tneed to knowhow to read this poem. |
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