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Broke, I’d like to borrow your lower half,
Wear it for a day, make some coins. I’d

Love to enter you, snug, but not through
The usual channel. You can invade me,

Feel my convexity, as I’m ventilated
By your absence, there, in the crotch.

My eyes shaded by your eyelids, I’ll
Conform to your nose’s architecture,

Breathe this life though your nostrils.