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morning chronicle

i was always on the look-out for you, guys
i'm at the tip of her, this time
we overcrowded in millions
i was so fast, my breathing would match hers
my eyes were his, this chink
a chronicle i could write and write
i think i'm poets' overload
sexual drives covered me ink
positive rides
umpteen stars
i will bulge her

4 Jun 15

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Slow down my friend, you are moving way too fast. Interesting imagery here, particularly L8.

Larry No Tattoos Lark
 — larrylark