cholla. The ochre sandstone is curtained by the wind, the wind curtaining the
In the end, dead-
and over here lies
previous lip's tricks.
Rise, conveniently catnapping lover,
the peg-legged ventriloquist
before lather slides fragrantly over chin and throat.
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