Sending Icebergs

It’s like a birth but it is in reverse never gets better, always gets worse

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Mouths
full of blowjobs
and
stomachs
empty
from abortions.

swallow and feel empty
swallow and feel empty
swallow and feel my emptiness

We are like archaeologist in bed
with very small brushes
brushing away very big problems
I itch away the sand from bones
with fingernails

I get nervous
over details.

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