I HATE MY BODY
i hate my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a flawed thing.
cellulite better and stretch marks more.
i hate your body. i hate what it does,
i hate its hows. i hate to feel the want
of your body and its
bones, and the trembling
-gaunt-sallow ness and which i will
again and
again and again
despise, i hate touching this and that of you,
i hate,
slowly gazing at the, meatless bones
of your decaying
frame, and why-is-it comes
over thinning flesh....and empty eyes
big gaping holes,
and i possibly like the ill
of leaving me you so quite used.
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