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After O
Extremity can be sordid if you search
for similarities, some sort of flash she
was absolutely certain that he loved
her, but it was a fleeting certainty
that vanished as fast as it had come.
Is variety the same as an exit
without proper burial rites?
I bite the inside of my lip,
my tongue presses welts of flesh,
a screwed up taste for blood
memories prowling up and down
stealthy skin I once saw you in.
This is not what I had in mind
and yet I can't decide.
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