the depth uv touch

.

                 mountain or mole
               my dukes and theirn
                          digits
                       have slid 
                            up
                          from 
                  hern rib'z short
                       unto her
                   soft shoulderz
                       without  
                curvaceous curb'n
                    mine forward

                  mind over motif
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