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Sucking Poetry

by Sujay Sood

My head is under running water It musnt explode There is so much more to suck The warden passes my cell He doesnt believe what isnt seen I am no longer there Volumes sandwich my skull I moan in their cleavage Aroused and sucking poetry He beats the bars in disbelief I whistle a merry verse He turns the key I am not there He rushes in to strike There are sparks and I am fire

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