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Love in the Tropics (Free verse) by Fear of Garbage
It is a violent thing that posesses you here.
we are skilled but you are anxious
and waiting with something hard.
i think it will hurt.
you cannot be so heartbroken as to
let this go by.
i remind you of her.
black hair, put that knife on the floor.
i've just met you, and it is a violent thing
between us.
you do not trust me, but I do not love you.
there is something underneath,
something hot and white or dark,
you know what it is
and it makes your muscles cry with heartache.
there's a knife on the floor.
I'm tied and sweating,
happy and wet
but I'll never forgive you for this.
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