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i think of every boy since then

or every boy during that then

journey my mind in lust for what they hold

that i will never hold in my hands

aside from the obvious element of your hand

i think of every curve of your lips

and every heavenly taste they behold

then i realize that they were never meant for me

then i kiss my wrist and take the taste of blood into my mouth