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Dire


she makes me feel

when nothing else

is there

I know not much about her

and yet

all I want is more

 

4am rapist

4pm feminist

 

self awareness

encumbers the mind

 

lacquered oak

with lye

 

the cavalry

is static

 

she is familiarized

with sensory overload

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