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| my cock: viscid your hand: unmoving your face: authentic your room: lit by a glass fish a bulb in its belly you take your hand away breathe the adhering odour you say: cock and leave your room: lit by a glass fish a bulb in its belly flick the switch a glass fish yes a glass fish barely discernible |
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