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[sonikchic]

The best sort of dialogue is at Dawn.

When there are no eyes upon me,
I expand.

Dawn dirtbike down the Darling,
Bewailing its fate with
Moriaty mumbles and
Muscle-pumping jumps
Of, could it be, happiness?

Dawn again, on the downs,
Whisphering little dittys
With water-bottle wind rythms
Accompanying me.

When there are no eyes
Seeking replies
I seep
Satiated conversations
Into the surrounds.