With each poultice my heart intenerates
A messiah, a fistful of nettles tender with heat.
I burrow through tendons and well-laid bones
Prodding the depths of your generous soul.
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The peroxide in my hair reeks of desperation
My gagging cleavage, my limitless legs
Eager for the heady musk of convergence.
Eager for substance despite vacuous means.
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