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    they slept at home while we fumbled in the streets stretching ourselves, puncturing the yolk (spill yourself) and fragmenting each broken bone in our bodies i gnashed at your teeth, you froze my tongue in a ritual to no god, a dance to the stars that looked down in disgust...
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    i have an insatiable hunger for the way my bones feel against the wood of a casket six feet underneath your feet; it’s an intoxicating hymn i've sung for far too long, but my shoulders are heavy from carrying your box cutters and whips and prods for years, they’re only digging...
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    i lay you to sleep in our big, empty bed, containing nothing but our bodies (that won’t ever make it full) and you said that life was eluding you “what do you mean, my darling, my love” i asked furtively, as to not upset you again, you fell asleep with your head in my lap i...
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    don't let yourself unravel just yet, i haven't gotten my sewing kit, i haven't brought life to your languid fingertips or taken you to some bucolic, silent place where your screams will be my symphony (i won't take it badly if you break my ears, my love)...
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    i crave the sickness that has afflicted you for so long, this plague you’ve lived with since my fingertips first touched yours, and i’ll never learn the meanings behind the songs you sing to me, voice weary and cracked with irony sometimes i wish you were a butterfly on my ...
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    you are carved like a cathedral, one that i would attend every sunday in my prettiest dresses. i worship your wanton gashes and the way you’re filled with piety over lifeless reveries of old flesh no one will ever be your pope, but i will be a faithful nun....

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