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Zipmark'd (Free verse) by fevriere
 Clever you, whiskeysour wakeling, 
clever your hands slip
-pery on the animal of you;
on the hip sidewalk. 
You flush the lavendar veins of 
your thighs and generally let 
your inside take pride in bringing to life 
your corps.
Crumbs; 
all that went on at that 
Party lasnight
was your body and your insides
Raging Waking;
then the drink put you to bed, so
you found your self allclothed, unhid; 
you let your self dangle 
over the edge of the bed 
- extremities growing cold.
You were delighted to find that Lust had disappeared overnight
and steamed-up windows had come clear. 
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