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Hour Glassed People of Sand

Taste

Chocolate context

Displaced

Muscle flexed

In the mirror faced

Lost in text

Guiding with haste

Lighting paths

Biting down laughs

Phasing

Everlasting

Electric like tasing

Empty like fasting

Tempting like flesh

Under covers

Wonder and guess

Gentle like lovers

Touch to confess

Their want to discover

A comfort that’s fondest

When with eachother

Mood changes

Dangerous

Complex wiring

On the lip of a kiss

Are high volatages firing

With teeth beneath

Ravenous for throats

Like lions on antelopes

Packs of wolves and smokes

And beings

Too rash

Being sand grains

Depleting in the hour glass.

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