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In the midst of bustling city there is a house quite ancient, quaint It really isn’t very pretty could use a fresh new coat of paint the sunroom draws me subtly pulling, wrenching lightly; slow I can see if full of plant life in the evenings afterglow visions sharper than a knife water lilies...

I edited it a bit so it reads a little better. Who is skulking in your hulking shadow? Her wounds might taste like salty cashew nuts Sits pretty watching as you suck and blow Small fleas are swimming in the dregs and ruts She tosses back her head and nearly howls Impertinent and freshly...

Should I approach you in some subtle way, my love? To shower on your person, all I have in me to give Would then you tritely interact and lightly shove Or would you reach embracing that our love may live My eyes devour and synthesize you by degrees My lips with hunger open, blithely move apart...