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Lust

she

Posted on 2007.03.13 at 20:29
she wakes up in the morning
her aching introduces the waking sun
with fire and insults
no music-love, no swimming smiles
vague recollections and the smell of dirty sex
and there's nothing left to say
except fuck you

there's gin in the cupboard
that she never touches but today she needs a bath
of fire and water
preferably combined
as an all encompassing scream
in crystal stemware
and shards that bloody the floor.

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