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Jul 2018
Please do not look at me with dead eyes,
My insides are already rotting,
In a parable of sweet immersion,
I just want your embrace,
I will remove the insects,
Let each crawl from my throat,
If you will just let me love you,
God,
Please don't leave me alone.
Written by
Belle Spiese
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