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Aug 2013
He couldn't stay for tea
He was afraid he might feel something
Upstairs instead of in his
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If he had been thirsty
I would have shown him a metaphor
For dehydrated relationships
Gallium spoons dissolving in any hot liquid
Solubility tends to complicate things
We lose pieces of ourselves
At body temperature
Boil down impurities
A reduction of our leftover parts
Our leftover lust
Holly Salvatore
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Holly Salvatore
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