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Sep 2012
I said
"No."
But I really meant
"Yes."
You said
"Go."
But you really meant
"Stay."

And so I went
Never heard from again

I thought
"Maybe one day."
But the words never made it out alive
Things never seem to go my way
And so I cut you off and threw you out
Like a rotting limb
Which is what you are but there's no doubt
That your touch infects my skin

Spreading in and deepening
I get down to my knees
Never was sure about what was happening
What's the difference between a manipulatorand a tease?
Screaming through the wire
We took our final breath together
Hearts and lungs consumed by fire
To the street goes an anvil shaped like a feather
John
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John  28/M/New York
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