Fainting down the hot drain
Sans word
Stroking him
Without pleasure mine
Quarters until his white petals
To me he, “Quickly”
“What about me”
Loving him I
Without pleasure
Death mine
Meeting the other
To me a word
Lacerating fury mine
Until wiping out
Absconding in Ego
Toward the paper cut exit
Loving him I
Without pleasure
Death certainly mine
I passive me
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