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Tigress
She loved me
W/ the passion of a tigress
Breaking me
Tearing my bowels out
And in the distance
Across the horizon of NYC
A brief echo
A small song
A shadow born on moments.
When it’s finished
We two heaving
Breathing
Smoking
The space we’ve just filled
Begins to ebb
Just a bit
And we hunger
Once
More.
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