i could have sworn i was up all night jotting down everything that was going through my head when you...
everything that was moving around and situating itself in me
were the pages torn out by your hands or mine
his or hers, running out of ink but the thought of bloodletting is so perversely awakening to finish the story,
the only way out that i know without a fucking happy ending
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