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I can't solidify this

this one one one thing

I know,
because I carry a heaving train around to catch you

and mmm, your peppermint cloud,
tasted
like

a peppermint.

How fascinating.

Really, it's brilliant, how every
poem sounds like the last and the next just
sounds like an awkward shove

how about:
I want to shove your face in the dirt,
for hurting me
and I want you to tell me exactly how it feels
I want every single detail, every benign or malicious thought

but instead, you bore me with oblivion and
school girl day dreams

I need sustenance,
I need to know how you touch..
yourself
and think
of me

or how you dont give a rat's ass.

I want you to rip off my
indecency
and blow my mind with your own
silenced weapons

let's have it then.