in whatever fashion you please
please me
in whatever fashion you please
feed me
prepare a feast of rats and roadkill
tainted with ruddy clay soil and tears
you ache for me
quake for me at your center
but never will I fall
to your desperation
a novel thought can infect a man
but you are germ free
your failure to tease an open window
i sign in the grime
a genie in a bottle you are not
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