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A Sticky Intent – Unhinged Poem

Masturbate my intent, forbidding losses of unimaginable pain, I suffer to reside what could be, yet rescinded what was, a light born of nothing more than need, turned a desire into hate, substance for those who belong, stifled breaths, yearnings bathed in the acids of another’s sweetness, their stink permeates through, wisdom gained, journey lost, my growth forgotten, my winter lost…


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