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12.30.14



words



words like wet pearls



...



sliding slow across my back



downward flowing caress



until



my bones begin to echo with it



bone deep



longing...aching



my entire frame



i arch



but cannot shake them off



i lay



but cannot ease my bones



so



i let them slip



slide



seduce



sink me



in their



piper's song...



close my eyes



till i am nothing



but an



echo.

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