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Cabaret Voltron
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by Elysian Symmetry 01/09/2003, 7:24pm PST |
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The Bath
There were clouds of steam
To confuse your whiteness
To hide behind
When they touched you -
Would the smell of you linger
Would it moisten my mouth
You condensed on angry frost wings
You weighed nothing.
That moment I moved through you
A child's winter breath
Catching snowflakes on his tongue
I liked the beginning word/consonant repetition, so I threw the extra line in. Also, capitalizing on the prey aspect.
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