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Celeste Finimore Jan 2012
You look at me with such contempt

A room filled with the smell of
Water lilies and ***
I am done with you

I do not ask you to stay
I watch you leave
Slamming the door
The noise echoes in my ears

I lost my purity years ago
That does not ease the ache
Between my legs
Or the throb in my chest

The moon will bloom tonight
And I will plant it in my bed
I will lie with it
And **** on its glow

Like a newborn
Filling my body with youth
And purity all again
A fresh ******

I am reborn
Only to fall victim to sin
To defecate and purge
All beauty in my brain

I cannot ask the moon
To come lie with me again
I cannot breathe in night
To give me lungs.

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