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All ears, Dear šŸŒ

He eloped my lobes

In a snail-trail of vapour

Echoed in the chamber coil

Waxed shell, my curling crater

I am waning; like a crescent moon

And heā€™s feigning; like a loon

His words slip in; sticky, for free

He whispers his will -

Sounds like slime to me

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