heavy
heavier
nothing left
but
never-er
little children
marking
hop-scotch on your trips
breathing your
breath
breathier
nothing left
but
ever-er
little no ones
marking
nothing on my hips
levying your
levy
levier
everything
yet
together-er
great big daydreams
marking
nightmares on your lips
as the clock hit
now
forever-er
i bit
big
bites on
endeavors or
made your words ecstatic
and your mind erratic
erotic enough
to tough out
and flush out
the bruises i've been
pinching on your
poker chips
i bet a thousand
on the hand
you'll deal me
when i
rip
into your
lips
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