alfie lee writing



Soft tamped pneumatic exhales
your sneakered approach of

Come grant sweet nothings, sharp
relief and stretches with

Your hand mousing, pause, the clock
winds gears spring sprockets in

Disarm what shall flesh so long
so buried hot between


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