Short poem number 6:

My soul is the sea
Drown with me..

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Who is she 
That runs after my heart
Even down to its darkest hole
Searching for a beauty mark 
Within a dampened cave 
Where I am hiding like a mole 
Waiting for the waves to break
Onto the love I've saved 
While fielding spear heads,
Hassle for its own sake,
And narrowed eyes
Aimed at me like slits
I kept my head down
And burrowed in 
While kissing fabled clits

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