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We’ve reached the pit. I’ve always wanted
your bare knuckles against me, leaving
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marks. Hold me accountable!
I thought you might have saved
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me something, or I imagined
your delight when I tasted,
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spit. Forgive me, prince.
You were so sweet
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and I was so cold.
I won’t say I love you.
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My bruised neck purple yellows,
dried lavender and yarrow.
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More thin-skinned than I remember
bursting sweet. You know
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everybody loves you.
Everybody loves you.
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