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Watch me
Left and right
darting eyes
there in bed
laying slightly still
on the cusp of feel
a pulse and ache
two desires complicate
Can't look away
stairing into the light of blue
You began to drip and spill
all that remains
is the desire to never refrain
a simple trust
to never speak
while my hands crush
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BIAS FIELDS
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