embraced with compassion,
you attempt to rid me of my teeming vitality.
but i know men like you, the cherry-knotting kind, the ones that force the stem into the bitter compliance of their switchblade tongues;
the ones that can only fancy fruit when deemed forbidden.
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PoetrySUSURRATE LEVITICUS THROUGH THE BERMS OF MY WEATHER-BEATEN THIGHS.
