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In A Country They'd Not Visited In Years
In a country they'd not visited in years,
where there was an erupting tree
whose sweet was like a kick in the heart's
knees;
where a river more muddy than clear
dragged fat water insects which swam
with spindly legs burdened by want
and coo; where the boys and girls would
flaunt,
with scant cladding, abundant tans,
and then some; where the sun-warmed marble
steps
made the snaky lounge easy as the air
heating between them, the craving pair,
until hungry for the other's tongue and neck
they retired to their room alone
to lick the meat from each other's bones.
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