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Skinfinite Mist
The moist heat of your breath upon my neck
Drawing sweat up as if of a wishing well
You split the seams and drop your guard
Exposing you an open book
Naked blue staring still
As I slip between the lines
And fall between the jaws
For pain is pleasure
And pain is porous
Drenching down the cheek
Leaking from the cracks
Like a secret from a tongue
