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patience, my darling, killed a cow.
now, as much as I appreciate being milked, I do not identify as one.
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I've always loved your parties -
playing Liszt and David Bowie;
drinking sarcasm and mannered smile;
smoking style and impertinence;
dressing up in flirt and whiskey;
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remember that one time you asked me to learn how to draw
so I could draw you.
foolishness, paired with promiscuity turned me on.
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witches gathered by my bed
and scratched their names on my ribs.
I could feel the vibration, of their fingers in my spine.
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Take me back to that small town
somewhere in New England,
where old Americans drink brown beer
and lick their lips
thinking about my toes and ankles.
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misplaced and anxiously looked for -
the way I feel.
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sexualizing trauma,
because I'm a fucking millennial.
