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Georgia
Racing red,
what was it
you said
cross the
kinesthetic
wingfall
of love?
I said
the sad leaf
in your eyes
tears blue
foil from
screaming
skies,
owling
pussy
on the plains
I'm dreaming of.
Scowling
lips
enfold
in prayer
engaging
one
to where ...
My pole
can sink
in sands
and rise
that
swirl
above.
