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The Last Man to Sleep in My Bed Doesn’t Kiss Me at Least Once

Instead he cuts off my arm and uses it to arouse me, But this is so like him: some type of howling every Time this man opens his mouth like something inside Is trying to yell I’m in a hotel … Continue reading

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The Last Time I Used Meth was 5 Years Ago

Sometimes when I touch myself I don’t think of a Particular anyone, just that many years ago I count On the one hand accosting my man parts. O man, These man parts, the weight your innocence has taken on. These … Continue reading

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In Which I Ask A White Man is this Performative Virtue Art

Where he responds you’re just upset because You’re short and ugly and maybe the town was Completely decimated, but I wanted to know if The water he drank was actually a particular Alkaline level or if, by virtue, he was … Continue reading

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A Guy Reads My Poem On Meth

He explains that the grammar is all incorrect: there needs to be a sense of urgency behind it or that someone is on their dying breath. I put my ear to his chest to figure out precisely what it is … Continue reading

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