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What about these girls?
They are one.
I love her.
Softskin glow and light

Reflection

Of, of my gap.

That I’m looking to fill;
To quench,
With that.

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Like an itch, who’s slowly pressing aggravation
Expands lightly in my throat
And makes my eyes water.
And makes me involuntarily twist my neck:
Upside.

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hair across my face.
Well, in my fantasy anyway.
Better than the real thing.
You take it where you want to

It’s nice but you never get it.
More and more I realise that warmgoldenness is the wanting
And the end to the frail means that I may take
Becomes how one explains it to

One’s friends
After it has happened.

“Just”.

Just this and just that.

Nowhere near.

Degraded, hopeless.

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With words you can only inscribe
And very rarely express.

When I say nothing
I am, me,

When I say something;
I Am to whoever’s listening.

You’re listening.

it’s more like:
clearairduskskycloudgoldenness.
In my chest.

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For You.

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One is rarely themselves.

I mean, who has the time?