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LL May 11
I cannot help but
notice how that thing between
your legs listen when
my tongue writes long letters and
my lips do all the talking
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LL May 10
there are nights when my
knees write treaties on the floor —
of my surrender
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LL May 7
lost — yet again — like
the only thing I succeed
in is in failing
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LL May 7
you, who asked me if
I already brushed my teeth —
I said I'd prove it
when you come closer and taste
the mint from my very tongue
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LL May 7
you, who keep singing
a song after leaving the
room — coming back and
picking up where you left off —
like you never even left
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LL May 5
having a blacksmith
for a father always set
the house on fire — some
children get tempered like steel —
some get brittle like charcoal
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LL May 5
the thing about it
walking for miles with storm clouds
overhead is that
the sun becomes a distant
memory, and the shade — home
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