rain on me likeraspberry seltzertake my toenailsfrom me lengthwisemake me creamycrush the fear from my heartand my heart with itblow by me like an Audileave me like a robust burpdissipate the tension I createdmake me a beam of garlicdrape over my shoulderan unbursting bubbleof non-Newtonian iridescent glassand bury me whistlingright here at my desk.
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