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| F creep in this you do, although i never asked you to. the door is always shut but you pick the lock, and settle around my limbs, forcing your way in. you rummage through the fridge, turn on the tv, spread your stench, and track your mud. you drop dimes and kernels in the cracks of the couch. what a mess you bring and leave behind. gnaw away tense inside my jaw. unrelenting pain, what feeds you today? the cold? the rain? the stress? the grief? press in check around, take your time, leave your fingerprints on the wall. i will take a pill and wait. leave me at last, with a note i slip in your back pocket: don't come back, and don't write, or call. |
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