raspberries on the table … maybe

raspberries on the table3

she comes in screaming wet as stone

she comes on to me

she is roaring at my ears

she is roaring in my eyes

she is roaring at my throat

speak me sound    she … roars

 

the more of me is her less but becoming

it started of me ever

it started of me never

raspberries on the table2
raspberries on the table1

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