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i cannot fall for you
        cannot lay bricks or roux
        or i am slow simmer
         NO I LEAP FROM THE LOW
i say
           darling darling lets run off to chicago
               lets hold hands in strangers beds
    I WANT A *TRIP
 i want a nice clean warp
          shame the truth
         or idk
the realness is my filthy stump
no no i cannot be a love to you
        my arms are not as strong as young me
           my stay is weak from spit stick
          i cannot risk being unwanted
i
        here i am to bea  bath of smoke
        my eyes harp over small hairs where
             i couldn't see before
       i want to feel them glance my wet face
   can i just
                write a poem for you
i mean to ask
her