. The red hermit crab he keeps looking at the shell its the same damn shell . ~ by guest poet Savannah Frost .
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Panting Fire
Do my lips warm you like a shot of Jack Daniels? The pleasure is mine.
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I stare at your hands and dream of where they have been or where they might go.
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