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[mermaid_green]

steamboats whistle while m throat tickles deep deep down in m chest,
m head's whirling scener pushed down somewhere deep, drenched in lust,
and fire breathing directl on m skin like plaing fingers on piano kes
forgotten gestures and wishes multiple.

tping on broken keboards, making nonsense leaves me to
breathe eas,
makes me wreathe, seethe,
breathe deep
broken trusts and wistful musts--
no wonder ou hunger, plunder asunder.
little wonder.

but occasionall that page swas, quas, falls on m lap
and craves attention, craves affection, falls asleep,
breathing softl.