she was standing at a trolleybus stop
she was waiting for finality and verdict
the weather was cloudy and unpretentious
I had no choice but to do
climb with a mechanical finger into its delights
and there are good holes in her egg yolk
feel the thin partitions of the serum and
move with the head soul with gimlets
drill a hole large enough
in their charms to extract this sperm
dismantled into pieces The thing of love and...
gone
and the finger remained there mechanically panic
bridge-fallen finger of tenderness
with thin faces of her sperm on mine inside
NNE the rest of her caresses bother me
mechanical finger
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at a trolleybus stop
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