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Sunday, August 4, 2013

Stabbed

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The bed springs are convoluted
They're pulling me instead
Swallowing me into
The heart of the bed
My nakedness groping
Hopelessly for you

But you stand at a distance
Futility squeezing at your heart
Watching in cool moderation
Thinking I'm only playing a part
My legs spread out now
In desperation.

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