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peeking into that part is like squeezing into a crevice to reveal a dank, cool, wet cave
that only boulders could press me into
my desire is not to be there,
but it feeds a place of throbbing in my stomach
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Sweet Evening
PoesíaPoems written for school and those that bubbled up from within.
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1/30/24
peeking into that part is like squeezing into a crevice to reveal a dank, cool, wet cave
that only boulders could press me into
my desire is not to be there,
but it feeds a place of throbbing in my stomach