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fists

fists

fists.

plug up
a gust of lungs exhaust
two steps
reaching this is colder today
light on sands
shakes and boxes
honey on toast
old day is a month
a hand silky smooth
a smile is fury
therapy sings
mockery is sugary
smothering
filth in deep a mouth
worst filling
a prism
incision sync
three facts tick
thicker motive
a feel left hand to might
august of lunges cost
my right.

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