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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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and like the want
of weather, we walk away or come close
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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how beautiful it could have been
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. . . when distance loses memory in plain sight . . .
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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burning for You, caught in between, yearning to remain completely wrapped around Your finger, feeling panoramic, and this alive.
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