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Oct 2012
Temptation,
laugh at me—
we’ve been here before
together
this is the part where
you slide your hands down my sides
and whisper—
Sweet Nothings
about how we could
bend and twist
and it sounds like
such a rush
until I remember how
last time you just
made me
a Gordian Knot
that I had to cut up
from sheer frustration—
But I threw out
the scissors when I was done
and I really
don’t want
to shred this one apart
with my teeth—

That would hurt,
you know.
Yeah, okay.  The title is a not-subtle double entendre.
Isoindoline
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