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circumsized heart
of the things
that make me
become better
only music is
unlike surgery
enough to be
useful. quite
too bruised by
all your self–
improvement
ordeals. stop
cutting me. i
was perfect
before you
insisted on
unnecessary
repairs. so
sing, or hum
or maybe just
shut the fuck
up, please. i
would like to
love women,
again. be one
very much
less awfully
so certain i
have need of
your knife
skills, please.
2016
