It is lost on me
Somewhere on my naked body
Fences that are built
To keep my skin separated from you
Visible on my palms
It is lost on me
Somewhere on my naked body
The frustrating points you try to make
Leave me motionless
And I pity you
Not before I am overtaken by guilt
Tiny seeds implanted in the recesses
Of my breasts to spring forth
The fruitful bipolar admonitions
That you justify your hatred with
It appears you are lively, overtaken
Fanciful and trite and you forget
About me like a pile of laundry
Gathered into the washroom
Hot Putrid
Forgotten
I find myself reading these several times because I want to experience them again. Thank you.
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