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december twenty-ninth
by Ava Blu
you will go home with her hair in every crevice
of your clothes
and you won't shake them off;
she will think of this as she lays down
with another man
who will shake her body until there is
semen in every crevice,
and this man will leave her
longing for you
but she'll never call you
again.
12/29/2008 Posted on 12/29/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/30/08 at 02:13 AM I'd love to see a short story out of you someday. I have a feeling you'd be quite brilliant at capturing human nature on a slightly larger stage. Nice work. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/30/08 at 05:45 PM Hugely intense. |
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