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He flees from One metropolis to the next Like a boomer In search of riches, Hoping to discover What’s shiny and new, But pans for gold On...

His teeth are sharp and shine like ivory. They fluoresce in the darkness, a mess in the daylight. Crooked and cramped, they bite whatever...

I want to hold your sunscreened hand as you pull me into the pool before we hit your count to three. I want to kiss your cold-water lips...