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Sun smouldering.
The pores in your breast drooling,
The skin caramelizing your blood,
The incense of smoke stained on lips,
Flushed with carnal flesh.
Breaths sinking and slow,
Only sharp flutters of wind to shelter them.
Visions blurred with jade shadows
By the white fingers
Protruded by the Sol.
- July 2013
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