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HER
ANSWER
Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma.1
Pablo Neruda
Male
body. Hot.
Your chest is a precipice
eagled
above me and losing its control.
I
suck you into my lethal, common thighs.
Gored,
so you think. I do it for
our child.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
1‘To outlive myself I forged you as a
weapon.’ (back)
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