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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