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Knife to Throat

deprivation of oxygen
cutting off air �
to the throat �
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mourning the mornings �
the lack of touch � �
the killing of me � �
catastrophically denying �
unsanctified flesh �
� �
I crave holistic, long lost, moments �
striated muscles � �
bulging in and out �
the night �
� �
used and abused �
a lest often trick � �
biting off more than one can chew �
doused with Cointreau �
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sucking upon your bitlong �
oh so so long �
� �
ahhh �
the memories � �
fading with the days �
the weekends in captivity � �
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I crave the lasting touch �
of your body �
savoured � �
silently singing inside �
my mind �
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