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It was on. The heat! 
When you could not tell the truth about yourself 
something I would also not be able to tell it to myself. 
How we were deceiving each other? 
Why the death had come unannounced? 

The mode of concrete reply was not grim. 
Why did he go for an unscheduled rendezvous? 
otters are going to be ostracized from water. 

During eclipse sun entered the womb 
spurting semen will make the earth wet. 
One penetration, will it make a pregnancy? 
Go for the wash, wipe the sin 
from your face. Wheels of time will not stop. 

My worries are freaking out. 
I see a mob of stray dogs 
pouncing on a lump of pink meat. 
It was a quivering fetus!