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from "blood, love, and boomerangs"
put the coin in the slot and turn the handle
I get red your favourite and consider keeping it for you
putting it in my pocket against my warm thigh
I hesitate put it in my warm mouth instead
imagine red staining my teeth the colour of false cherry
cherry red artificial cherry flavour imagine you
dissolving in my mouth and almost
choke on the sweet of it
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