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in the pneuma

in the pneuma of your pleasure,

I a-musk of flesh, drawn by your throat's

warm music silted through bone and blood

the wine stained lovereign flesh, tastes salts and oceans

red, like mortal

pitch, thick

in the swirling mire

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