Wonder
How does her tongue glaze the pencil
Offering ideas in exchange for perversion
Under the chipped paint
Wood grows
Swells
Into blossoming cities with powerful citizens
Sketched quickly and violently
Until the tip once again meet the tongue
Absorbing inspiration
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