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The Architect Creates
Seventh sleep in passing.
Afraid that I am.
Climbing into wetting all eyed skin,
in circling track of tongue clung to tension grasping form;
silver licked fluid tear of waking bud, destroying sequent thought;
flaying hands exalting, pain scratched nail tip bleedings,
feeling of you screaming within.
Seventh sleep in passing.
Afraid as you are.
© Mohammed Miah. 2003.
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