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a pre meditated absence of water

you gave me the key to your apartment
and said
use it while i'm away
i hold the key
see images of you
alone and unconcerned
in your rooms
the key to your apartment
i know i won't use it
i would feel like an intruder
as i do when you guide me into you
(and the plants you asked me to water will die)
red face


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