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[vicioushannah]

we fumble through words and only when
you're high, do you guess that
i might hate you. (i still speak
because i'm scared that you've
touched me).
You're dirty with secrets
that i don't care to know. I
wish that we had never happened
so i could stay, and wish
and stay, and wish.
rather than knowing
what a mess we've become.

Bring in some other man,
bring his steed, bring her
softness. Let me be swept
off my feet and let me learn
to feel it.

my mind wanders over
the illness of the planets,
the little generosities that shred
my breath, and remind me
of the young dead.

maybe our children will live
forever.