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An extreme slope of loneliness
rise over run
has plateau’d and remains constant

and on that ray
the fixed end is frustration
a sense of familiarity
and the inability to mobilize
in order to project anger

in desperation I contact,
send out my words
with underlying whimpers of pleading
i move from high to low
and in order to ground myself
i omit the most vibrant of energies

you are blind, I am unstable
if only my words grasped at your throat
sweet swimmer
and took attention to your voice
i was once so attracted to

be the man that your larynx suggests
i want some damn attention



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