Wednesday, September 2, 2020

13,093. A PRACTICED, WELL-DONE, NOISE

A PRACTICED, 
WELL-DONE, NOISE
Having out away my tracer-gun, 
I turned my face to you. Imploring 
some notice, I watched your chest 
heave. Out behind you, some horizon 
stretched, and you remained upon 
your back until I was satisfied.

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