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Spaghetti night.

Wash my plate in the sink.

Don’t watch the sauce

Draining red

Down the pipes.

Snap

And my will power

With the sauce

Down the drain.

Slip away,

Into the sweet solitude

Of my room.

Temptation.

Need to stop these racing thoughts

As a slice of clarity

Opens up

In my mind

And on my skin.

Deep breaths.

Smile.

Go to sleep

With warm feelings,

And not just the ones

Dripping down my legs.

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