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you are (nothing if) not a fool I didn't win you working wet-necked tricks that I invented for boys - un-sacred boys I bore you my soul in a jar - soaking in jasmine tea, no perfume, disintegrating in thick devotion you set it in the sun and told me it deserved more than that.
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Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
my heart is safe in the temple of your ribcage
you are (nothing if) not a fool I didn't win you working wet-necked tricks that I invented for boys - un-sacred boys I bore you my soul in a jar - soaking in jasmine tea, no perfume, disintegrating in thick devotion you set it in the sun and told me it deserved more than that.
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Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
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