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| imagination laceration dialling tone no reply i hold and hold until paralysis i imagine you shopping for mundane items flour tissues a red pepper seconds pass and i imagine you performing sexual acts not recorded in the kama sutra with a man from italy or some other land where legend says they fuck like satyrs and i imagine you enjoying not being with me despising me for not being there with you for not knowing what you are doing and if i asked you where you were and you showed me proof a receipt for flour tissues a red pepper i wouldn't believe you ( i won't ask) |
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