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May 2015
you let him *******
because before it felt metaphysical
but now fantasy has worn
and you're left with only flesh
and mechanics and the stench of sweat in your bed.

romantics aren't welcome in the hedonist's head;
you're nothing to him but his right hand.
i was probably just jealous
thymos
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   Arcassin B and Rapunzoll
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