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photon bathed
primal,
instinct into delirium
I, unwashed of
harbored things amassed
pulled out, pulled forward
to nude
with crimson flush
in petty flesh,
this liquid surge
both pulse and flow
the hottest melt
now cries, now sings
with radius reach
into out of bounds
whenever we lie
upon silence unfed,
there ripeness bleeds
as punctured fruit
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