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>dear f as in dear fucker > >i have some comments below that came to my mind, might >not make the poem any better, but i'l mention them >anyways. > >and yeah, don't disappear again! > >> who is this girl >> who keeps me up most nights >> and shoves herself >> down the throats of my dreams >> so that i wake up >> to the taste of her, >> making me think >> that i had caught her >> from you(r) mouth? >> did i catch her from your mouth? --don't need this? >> >> i ask you about her >> constantly, >> and you fill me up >> with words about her, >> (about) how she carried her pain >> like blood, >> close to the suface of her skin, >> ready to pour out >> with the smallest injury >> of word, skin, drink. -- i didn't get the drink part. >> >> here, let me touch you. >> she is so, so close to you >> that i can see her >> leaning over your shoulder, smirking, >> her fingers icicles dripping >> gold and diamonds >> down your chest. >> >> go on, cut me with her name again, >> cut me until i freeze over >> staring up at the stars >> that glitter as hard >> as tear-crystalled eyes. >> >> cut yourself >> until your mouth freezes open, >(maybe you could do something like cut your mouth open) >> your lips forever forming >> the one syllable >> that sticks in your throat like a blade.

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