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The Ussuri Tiger

Love poured in drunkenly

My cramps, too, are yours

Bondage, we are unconscious

There are thick pink kiss marks on the lips

Hide in their respective breaths for each rose to be placed

Open, for our snuggly cheeks

Only today, you are soft into a golden yellow

Today, my arm was raised again

Let go, encounter is a conjecture about waiting

And waiting and waiting in place

I stepped out of the iron door with heavy footsteps

The keys you keep rust over time

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