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I decided, my nipples hard and salted, pointed south, over the tide
That I would write a poem every day for a year
I would write
Until you were gone.
I know my heart was somewhere under my tits, but I don't feel it lately
And I knew the writing would be shit
Maudlin
Amateurish
Like a joke I probably made about someone else, sometime ago
When I thought I would never be so humiliated
By longing
When I could not have conceived of this slowly evolving ruin
Turning me into my own arrogant, younger self's joke
But here I am,
Looking out at the sea,
Desperately seeking a cure.
If you asked to fuck me right now
With the salt stinging my pussy lips, with the sand gritting under my heel
Unsteady in the waves, graceless and still begging
For it
Right in front of all the tourists
I would let you.
I would let you do almost anything
But leave.
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