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Jun 22
I’m never ***** anymore
I used to drip onto the floor
My *** drive used to be more
My core
But I suppose, no, it wasn’t
Because it waned
Yet
I remained.
Yet
I miss being effortlessly wet.

I know, I know
It’s in my head
But maybe mostly it’s the bed?

Say, what is different about my bedding?
Is it that I had a wedding?
Now, linens my sister gave my husband and I
Sacrificed
Sprawled beneath some other guy.

Is that what stole my soak?

No
It couldn’t be
Far too simple for my psyche

Who knows, maybe I’ll get wet for breathing.

Because, finally without a keeper my linens and me breathe easy.
Caro
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   Carlo C Gomez
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