Why’d you wide, in a vast flowing tide, for me to buck against,
As if to rinse my single drop away,
My tiny tip of pearl away,
My single tear of rip tide flow against mother-of-cheek,
Swirl away.
Why’d you ride,
A splashing havoc, into the breach of beach for clam,
As if to jam my solo pearl into ocean mother’s ram,
To tear up to drip up, onto a forehead, stream.
Spam of Human Affection 
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