At two Reynolds parties
I long to see my Debbie
with her tall mountain someone
can that small six inches
have honestly covered her virginity ages ago?
when this glacier was killing everything
a real stirring memory
was making fire, and she,
lost in tears, covered this... this look
we, merely flesh, face the two-bit, moss-
colored streams too. when you come
over sixty inches larger, I close to you
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