Non-Erotic PoetryKinesthesia RecallBlending morsels of words;
struggling with disseminated DOTS
layered within faulty afterthoughts.
Draining remnants of sensual bliss
between each linear line
bottled into our musing rhyme.
Why do we need such semblance of us
papered in patchworks of reproduction?
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