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et Spiritus Sancti
The rasping metal teeth
unfolding it awaits
my finger points
you lean
and then
we smile
and your mouth
sucks
whilest you are
looking at me
I sigh
and I bless your head
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 7th June 2016 3:07 pm
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