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Phobos

April 23, 2013

fifty

Pinprick in a sable, velvet veil.
Neon whores-lamp, horsehead map.
See what you want to see.
See myself going down on you.
A beast in the sky.
Blown from mercury pill to pinpoint.
Pinball on a solar wind.
Growing seasick between the stops.
Of pre-coital apprehension.
And post-orgasmic chill.

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