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i fall against my better instincts,
into you, close to you.
genetic impossibility meets lonely girl.
and i wrote pages for another such one,
who compensates with warm bodies,
but found me too cold.
and i yearn for solid shapes,
for arms that can take great weights.
i want to hoard my words,
but they dribble down my screen
almost before i see my fingers move.

i can't write for her again.

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[amiri]

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