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(part two)

i want to break your lips apart,
i want to crawl inside
and rest upon your callused tongue
and shine your teeth with pride.
i want to roll around in vain and come home to your face.
i love you in a different way; they cannot match your grace.
we left the room in silence;
you left it on the floor.
i scurried back to pick it up;
i liked how things were before.

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