from bed, sneezing II

wizard lips with dragon hips my bones get bigger and i start to slip into that place where you once dwelled a shallow hole of a hunting ground where we first messed around a touch to know insecurities were known it’s then we left carried by the moan. they listened and didn’t believe we had more than dirt soiled souls and worn out sleeves. it was the relaxation that showed on our face that made those statues feel so out of place and race car dummies sitting neatly at dinner couldn’t figure out our grins and why when we chewed the residual bits before leaving this plain we closed our eyes staring at one another and never felt blame. 

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