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selfish

Impulse and instinct
cling to one another
like a broken barbed wire fence
while you play with my demons
like they’re candy striped mouthwash
and i remember how it tastes
to kiss your clean lips
and you remember how it tastes
to be ripped apart
by the nape of your neck
my hands at the back of your head
pulling on strands that lash out
and you forgive and forgive and forgive
but i won’t let you forget.

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