Morass, swamp, your effervescing landscape
An ideal place to start excavating
From top, to down,
Into your lavishing abyss,
Teeth clenched, spellbound to rails on this boat,
Loose moves, easy sailing
In your sheath like
Yellow raincoat.
A mist, oh a mist.
Snakes choke, constrict, convulsing,
Purple in the face, scribble prison tattoo
Procedure, production, needle prick
Scratch, stick, carve
I’m starting to really like you
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