I love my but I am smitten
with solitude and it has
me stinking like a wet dog. She is
clever and tells me everything in
sentences
I am allowed nothing
among others;
. There are
ashes spilled on my floor and I lick them
and her eyes. Lovely frustrated
intimately knowledged cradled
in mine. This is bulimia; I love
you. This is more masturbatory than
masturbation because I cannot stop
vomiting. Let's be so that nothing
reeks and we cannot smell
Let's press our mouths
together so that I can steal your teeth and
you can close your eyes. Let's not be
friends; I miss you
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