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Broken Hearts Seem Such a Waste

All that energy scibbered away.
It sprung me: toss it in or let it out?
Maybe I could have spent it better
making something to hold onto…a nice pot.

What does she want?

Parties of the first and second part:
Whereof two bile ducts agree to be stingy;
two hearts to pour generous;
ears pledge to listen more than two tongues wag;
tell tales and re-remember.


Driving towards the real world, The minor key strokes my scalp. My pelvis keeps time. I’m the best jukebox in town. This morning my skin was finally sated and I could hear my heart. My chest burns hot and ripe alongside. All night long you seep into my psyche. Lust arcs through shoulder blades, throat [...]