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your love held it in, or vice versa. I can't tell now, I'm so turned around. Things can't hold things. It's inap- propriate I guess, feeling you here. If you're here, I'm more myself I think. It feels real, but I'm alone in believing it's you. You don't feel it when I do, since you're not me, though I hold you so |
dear, so deep, past the point of knowing what's real. There's something there, but it's not here. Here's my thing, a thing where you're held all the time, or so it feels. You shouldn't have left me alone, as I said. It makes you too much of a thing. Your thing isn't love. It's here, but thats mine, not you. You're there. |
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Excerpt from Period by Dennis Cooper more on Dennis Cooper |
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