| C-86 Is Killing My Life |
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| so tenderly detached |
| in contrapposto stance |
| bereft I’m left holding my breath |
| complexions a mess |
| sweat-stained cotton dress |
| the scent you have grown to detest |
| so eager to stay |
| my pores washed away |
| the words that you want me to say |
| the reel of your eyes |
| and my pregnant sighs/size |
| dissolving the salt of your eyes/thighs |
| adysmal-ass kiss |
| with fat parted lips |
| the gravity I long to resist |
| so raise that sunken chest |
| and please fight the tears |
| for they never looked so insincere |
