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i want to be flipped and read and scanned like a novel.

so wrap me in all the books you've read,
all the pages, stained with your greasy fingerprints
around my thighs, eyes,
my vibrating and swollen vocal chords,
the tips of every hair on my head.
but replace the words with your arms and veins;
pour this story all over me.



hey, it was raining again today.
you know i'll miss you like i miss the sun.