I don't mind
I don't mind he's vomiting,
while crawling upon me.
If just for a second,
my string quivered,
"natures most,
massive formation."
I don't mind he's a lousy fuck,
promising heaven,
never to come.
If just to pretend,
when drawing a black,
rubbing spit upon my cunt.
I even sympathized
the cardboard housing,
the mouth wash spirit.
I do mind,
standing out here,
all along again.
Forgotten owe,
too the universe,
to witness
and celebrate.
Remembered,
broke my promise,
feel the smart.
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