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Nausicaa 362
A cheap pinch
Becomes a kiss- these twins
Twining, barbed along the wire
The pair is met
And god is kissed and left
Without trousers
dressed for the sacrifice.
Secret mornings thrown away, alive
What comes together in forever
Charmed and painful the holes
Are whispering back to us
“This is fake mercy.”
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