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Senior Year College They come with false smiles
And through sweet stench familiar
Seek shelter within me
No judgement, just bittersweet relief
Should I feel joy?
This sense of safe haven
As I engulf them willingly?
Perhaps, as I commit
The ultimate acts of intimacy
Uproot them; degrade them
That it is only fitting
That the only thing that swells within
Is emptiness; despite
My fountain of prosthetic love
The beauty of being drawn out
I get paid money for having sex
Every night, strangers who reek of booze
Slip me cash to do various pornographic acts
And I never feel anything
We would respect or empathize
With whores a bit more
If their laments bled from police reports
Into pools of poetics
To make sponges of our hearts.
