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[eulalia_eulalia]

the flow
whole
you played
mine
yr body
too close
in place
i'll get my own
your mouth speaks words
of deep deconstruction
enough
beyond polo
collar
buttons up
your neck
where sun surrounded by water
has colored your skin
dark
and beautiful
dreads that brush your clavicle
peek from outside my hood
my third eye
a pyramid i'll climb
seated
smoked
intermingled
the lines that string together
your upper and lower
the grind
the carnival
us dancing
my face
curves become
circular and spiraling
controlled and anxious
bursting through your cotton
as my white finger
traces
a line