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everything but sex every graceless imitation but love misled and utopic faltering and myopic but the touch, the need for mother whispers and womb soft and scented no marching no doom perfect pulse and hands no need for wedding bands even for a moment even for a touch eyes and trust it falls to blood an lust scratching and clawing ripping and tearing paper poems and staring flutter and fly wishes and lies take it away take me have me hold me I.............hate me