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Red rocks. Dark water. Big sky.
Rough sand, damp… cradling me…

…and oh! the Sun.

Flesh evaporate, this me is vast.
Senses: mine and not mine,
a trickle of sweat.

Hnnnn, Hnnnn. Bzzzt!
Dancing feet bring hints of definition…
…fastidious fly indeed to choose that silken patch of skin.

I watch in close up…the  piercing,
feel the drawing forth…

Drink, marchfly, drink…

…sate you…

… I overflow.

And afterwards, the flesh unblemished, still.

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