Acoustic

scrunched emotions dripped
pleasure at her smile
heart lured into the labyrinth
of words wielded like a wire

her lips like the string
of guitar, tiny but succulent
inviting, acoustical rhythm
making my heart bleed the crest.
19:10:11:18:33

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A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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