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One Ragged Exhalation at a Time

 
Last night I displeasured myself
for hours
until every tender part of me
was numb
or bruised, sore
the bedding more fluids
than cotton fibers
my fingertips wrinkled
from their extended bath
your name sputtering
harsh from my lips
a curse



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