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Spaghetti knots

The rate at which meat spoils

We used to kiss to say all we could,

now we kiss because it is all we can say,

an attempt at filling the bare gap in between

us with nothing more than us

and the empty words rolled on

each other`s blunt tongues.


How lovely

to desire a few pounds of flesh

that can desire

you too.

How quickly meat spoils, though.


She bites my lip

and I try to bite hers

and we wait to see

who will eat who


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