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Midnight Oil Change
Hear her whispering
tongue as she
seduces you into
darkness. Soft
and sibilant, her
words are vague
echoes of the day,
shadows of the light.
the dark side
of night
is calling you
caressing you into
its grasp
Where tight and
comfortable you sleep
as weariness leaks
from your head
drip drip dripping
like a midnight
oil change.
AcB 4.14.99
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