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Flirting with married chicks working at Albertsons

Is our playful coincidence
the same as a can of ravioli
falling off one of your shelves
in the middle of 5 am dust?
Just our stares
and the sirens
followed by bloated air conditions
that sways between our lust.
If there was a black out
you know you would be saved.
I can detect your instincts
without spending a blaze,
the darkness shall be ignored
because our motivations
will only lead us to that door.

29 Nov 10

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