ach! woman!
i want to hate you so much
like the resentment of a broken tool
of a new town, in a new city, in a country
winter like chills
your soft spread of orgasm in a broken room
with a new man
in his loving arms soft
chilling
I'll stay sick with nudges, giddy on a chair like a hapless fool i am a man living in a dream who needs to breathe obvio...
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