A wee bit fun.
Not All Wishes Come True
When I see your long, slender neck,
pale in the morning’s bluish haze,
faintly smelling of cheap lemony cologne,
yesterday’s sweat, and your new boyfriend’s
semen—ah! how I wish
to strangle you to death, my love.
Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2019-10-07 at 05:40
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