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One More

To say my name,

No, you know what

My true name is,

A series of markings

Arranged,

A sequence of vibrations,

You hear it in your

Heart like thunder,

Such a mean Daddy,

Even as you grow urgent,

Damp like spring awakening,

And I close the distance,

To show you the way,

My fingers in your mouth,

One more, baby girl,

One more.

I shall insist upon you,

Found either worthy

Or wanting,

And the latter is where

You will know

What mean really

Means.

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