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nothing in particular. she displays no traits which explain the health impacts of slurping her up, like royal jelly, you drown between the thighs like tubers reaching through the soil to china. like me without you. i am just doll. when you take me in, we metabolise and suddenly, the alchemy of digestion magically surges through your veins, neurone, nerve of you to not let me race up your spine. like a series of locks, clicking one vertebrae at a time, i pump your blood, sweeping your heart for me. sacrum to skull, like a lightbulb you remember me. let me walk in, i will show you. i am nothing in particular, unless you want to wake up your gut. โดฒ.

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cook me. boil. oil rubbed on my unwieldy legs, wrapped around you, slippery with your sweat, panting in my ear, talk me through the recipe, bite my shoulder while i cut out the bullet, lodged in ribbed chest, can you identify me, by the surge in your blood, while rushing though tissues. i raise you to a simmer, grip tighter the congested life i cast away, from the selection over the counter. slide around my dictation, salty, my tongue tingles at the smack salty, my hands wet with your seed, salty, like the ocean we roll, waves crashing over and over. cardio for your vascular system. ancient magic. โดฒ.