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| triad + 1 when you talk to me with swedish seriousness and your eyes are discoloured and empty with crying i feel a contraction and expansion and a desire to touch myself and you and when your lips parted pause for english words i think of your other lips and that red house in sweden where i came too soon i absolve myself of guilt by telling myself that love compassion empathy and lust are an indivisible eternal triad (plus one) |
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