This is just to tell you
that last night when
your were flooding some
calculating convoluting crevice
with your gooey existence
my throat got pregnant
with million thirsts
*Rechristened by Indira. One of our P Huntress was recounting her turbulent marital happenings over a coffee meet at Dunkin- her caffeine entered my system.
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