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[ploypailin]

when the bemused
sighs rocked and
shook and moaned,

a starving body
had risen, of
danger and cologne.

harsh rips and
tears lined across
his fabrics,

great alarms
ringed, with
ignorance and havoc.

had stolen breaths
and shed lips
beneath glass skin,

satisfied tugs
and hostile snogs
seeping within.

ploy.