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20 December 2001

nothing
deep
nothing
intellectual
no classic movie line to win my body
no song lyric to prove your damaged sensitivity
please-
save it
for the night you are star-gazing on a roof with your buddies and a 6 pack,
save it for dinner parties,
save it for your novel and your epic poems,
all i want tonight
is
you
inside
me,


and fevered with bedrestlessness
you can rest yourself
inside these
s(th)ighs
in a bed that smells of
pencil sharpenings
to make it more comfortable for you.

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