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THIS PAIN REMINDS ME OF PAIN
the girl is crimson dance
I sleep with my fists clenched
boneless dream dreamless dream
flash back for flesh bags
I rode a time machine to stop my preconception
you still went into emotional labor
performance is not an issue
shine your boots on the escalator fur
not washed enough for hummus
I freeze blackberries then my hands
at my lowest boiling point
we can debate mandatory heaven
imagine my confusion when you told me
castration is not the solution
I spend half my time loading
dried frappuccino and strawberry shakes
I saw her through rising sugar dust
your glass perpetuation
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