's hot and thirsty
I have water in my body escapes
drops pot-bellied ...
potbellied full of parasites
calm even now I
permission to grieve because vallan
and hot air clouding my thoughts
and listen to chaos
complain that the basement is warm
that freshness does not last
on your lips or on the sheets
But how I melt when you think about my body
poured into a tangle of insoluble beads I have
thirst and make me your water
little because we burn to heat.
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