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RMatheson May 13
I cradle my head
like the Old Guitarist
the leather of this couch
a cold and dead reminder
of your flesh
which I would feed on
in this very spot.
RMatheson May 13
Right back there
in the basement
dark,
Dark Crystal on the television.

Right back to age six.

It's funny how betrayal
will nuke you right back
to the Stone Age:

No comfort.
No relief.
No touch.

No touch...

And so I sit
six years old
and watch
this movie
again,
alone.
"All right, alone, then!"
RMatheson May 13
How dare you
take it away.
RMatheson May 13
Will I just think,
"Yeah, wasn't worth it,
I should've left years ago"?
RMatheson May 12
It has been
festering
for years.
RMatheson May 12
My pornhub
searches
start with
"loving".
RMatheson May 12
The
pavement
cracks like
memories.
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