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No Longer Looking
I have stopped looking at the sea today.
My phone's enough - I do not need the waves
That smash against the cliffs; nor wild play
Of damp fingers - my cunt no longer craves
Them nor your distant cock; I simply feel
An ebb of breath - never the rushing tide:
The keys I touch will now limply reveal
The dullest ideas that won't coincide
With sensual hopes or fantasies we had:
Abandoned now, turned away from the sea,
And those lost reefs like smiles; it feels too sad,
Remembering how all that enmity,
Built up into a storm, which we mistook
For lustful passion. I no longer look.
My phone's enough - I do not need the waves
That smash against the cliffs; nor wild play
Of damp fingers - my cunt no longer craves
Them nor your distant cock; I simply feel
An ebb of breath - never the rushing tide:
The keys I touch will now limply reveal
The dullest ideas that won't coincide
With sensual hopes or fantasies we had:
Abandoned now, turned away from the sea,
And those lost reefs like smiles; it feels too sad,
Remembering how all that enmity,
Built up into a storm, which we mistook
For lustful passion. I no longer look.
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