if you approach understanding, you shall touch.
my mouth is many, in multitude of languages, still unfolding over bodies, through their origins, whenever whenever whenever It vibrates
lips kiss and bleed
fiercely at first tenderly at once and without alphabet under the first waves under skin
if you loose abyss, you begin longing the silent touch
lips, always two at least, retouch and set fire on the edge of It whenever whenever whenever It vibrates
until bleeding flows from kissing retouch
undone unbeen unhad
foam alone is It
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