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Jungle Breath
Jungle Breath
she just woke up with jungle breath
lianas swaying left and right
screeching yellow monkeys
had been swinging through her night
the tigers eye and serpents glare
snuck past teeth and tongue
leaving there a fragrance
that quite resembled dung
crocs lay in waiting
in lakes of rippled spittle
and down along the waterfall
the lips d...
Tuesday 28th July 2020 2:02 pm
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