Treis No Milk
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Pod's view was glued
Trapped with birthed weeping
His doughy prods calling the beaconing teat
But no milk
Lodger had switched the creamed transfer
for the sour hemorrhage of his gluttonous cuming
Mouth quaking
heaving its tremoured repulsion
The first journey of Pod is droughted
And The Way turns
Eyes to The Sky's
Linked
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Words
Treis __ No Milk ❚❚