morning squire

i dreamt
of swallowed oceans,
slamming bondi beach to chicago
streets, where we’d
be

what does chance taste like?

i bet you’d take some
missing, love
r, would you?

we so should

dancing tongue on
princess delight, would i
(if only could i)

you’ve released me, you know

(i think/know), yes,
i already know
that it will be a
revolutionary,
fuck of my many
life times

you’re a please-please-come-true dream

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