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soon
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A Little Black Book Soon
body aching
forward
to spill all range of guts
to somehow purpose true healing
soon
tongue tied
ready
to forget red, pink, purple strands
occasional sequins
and clepto romanticism
soon
soon
soon
forget
the three days it took to replace
and ravage
for the sake of
never empty arms
and warm bed
soon to forget
I am
flood eyed and narrow
I am
bound by hope
and promise
of soon, soon, soon
