This is how we multiply
pity that it's not my wife
the friction and skin
the trembling sigh
This is how the bodies move
with everything we could lose
pushing us deeper still
the sheets and the sweat
the seed and the spill
The bitter pill yet undiscovered
Gideon is in the drawer
clothes scattered in the floor
she's arching her back
she screams for
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