Tattoos dragging breasts
Breasts dragging eyes
Everything pouring, leaving lines
Of caged firecracker lust
Shellshocked clippings in a vase,
Of collars and caps
Their gripping waves
Their gripping waves
Against whimpering thunder
Of distant caves
Form canyons of digital wonder
Form canyons of digital wonder
In a sky mirror maze
Fruit served with a knife
Fruit served with a knife
Coats the tongue, but not the strife,
In sugar bumps, inducing haze
Props for "caged firecracker lust."
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