words.

Words that you
should hear from
my dry lips,

 not read,
 not written by
 this hot, wet...
 wanting pen.

 i cannot stop
 writing. every
 letter brings me
 closer to

 Satisfaction.

 left too.
 Abandoned.
 i own many complexes.
 i tie ribbons in their hair
   and they make perfect
 Travel Companions.

 i sleep nude.
 their existence
   pressed against my body.

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