putrefying breath inhaled
morning air exhaled
it was a science
i could call a cycle
i am into this
it needs to be rolled on one cheek
and sucked in the other
an orgastic body
i am born with
together with the wind
we fly like clean clothes
swinging on their line
my moisted lips
parted to be made dry
i conquered the censure
as i drove deeper
into the white freeway
i became red
as i saw an officer
swearing the truth
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