xiii

A dull t h u d against the wall
Followed by
Low moans
And
Frantic grappling
Struggling with
Handfuls of flesh
Needing to hold
Everything
All at once
Before
One r i p s through the other
Leaving them
Torn asunder
Flaunted b l e e d i n g
Like
An open
Book.

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