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hedge near the horizon in darkness hear her whisper
here words are restrained but seem much crisper
switch on the buzzing incessant rhythm
visions mix with continuous algorithm
like being from another planet
she needs the feel of something like granite
haunted by the stiffness of things
that fills her with longings
using her secret appendage
you cannot stop the bleeding with a small bandage
she juxtaposes the Aurora Borealis
reaching the point of this phallus
it isn't a case of apparition
wholly submitting within her submission
not a fata morgana lost to sleeping
riding into somaesthesis almost weeping
just a suffering artist bound by her art
moments accelerate in her pounding heart
images on view like thrusting swords
slap on the greasepaint and tread the boards
handle your lover, with your sticks and stones
leaving her breast heaving and vox filled with the moans
alone, woman it's just seems that way
love is not something you just throw away