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A Poem for Us


"Glutt"

We were drunk walking on wood floors
like dancers dance
The low ceiling had little to do
with all the waiting women naked
on the table
for us to finish our steaks

We'd fuck them with out faces when
we were ready, one by one
without sharing, there were plenty,
and in between we'd eat more,
drink jug wine


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