Nighttime and desperate urges
blindfolded in a cave
groping with fingertips
amnesiac fingerprints
a locus point where
discernment and desire merges
in vain locate, learn, run out of luck
dig up lost moans
songs holed in orgasm tombs
glory be those gasps
pleasure squeals
giggling rasps
that're now just forgotten dirges.
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