Rubbed Right, It Sings Pink
J
James McLain
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Shadows ignored,
we splash, and swim
it is so awful hot,
she is even hotter,
once a month.
The pink bullets,
toothy fast, move astride
fast of in remembrance,
as she thought it me, a
burning pain, again inside.
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