You, Tic Tremble, My Hand To Deny
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James McLain
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You set it, right beyond me
length measures time, you
know to the inch, how far I
can go.The collar, spiked
stings only you.I ignore it,
reaching, reaching for the
jug, cool whispers dripp I
hear, onto the floor, out of
reach, you pull as one rolls
closer to close.One little is
single solitary dropp of milk
denied, again, again, in out of..?
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