egg hunt

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sweet milk from mother’s teat

one more chapter

under the covers with a flashlight

five more minutes, Ma

 

witting touches

kisses

bites

nerve fire

shrouded whispers

fused flesh

 

another shot

round

hit

that last shot

nitey nite bathroom floor

hung. over.

 

flight

drive

miles and miles and miles

assorted cities

winged exits

wanton roads

frisk all the points on the map

 

looking for Fabergé

finding goose 

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