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Hmm-hmm. I strangled her then licked my blood.
Pointy knives at the throat. I spit and laugh
But deeper down, I am calm as the ox. Forever I.
Numbered at one. Cindy has no joy but poety: I write
Roaming the alleys it caused me to steer. Clean the fantasy.
Her sweat as I: Appear. Chirping birds, another rose
In essence I loved. Two jotted then crossed. Repeat after me.
Watermelon, I do recall my mother's breast hanging like peaches.
Then watered by pain. An uncle announced the problem.
I was. In sandals I lived. Where am I going ? Could...
as bees through the night and ghostly smiles. Remember...
The doubt. Why so often do we hold back ? The feelings...
Alone, all abandoned by the sounds in our eyes.
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