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by Steven Rydman

more" she says even the crease of her breast
still swallows all of it thighs ache for a wooden spoon
or a mouth full of glass puts a pearl between his lips
as if he could steal a shudder or taste the sea
mixed with her spit forever "tonight I'll bite
my lip, make blood glow, scream no

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