- Erotic Poetry
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The craziest girl was a coffin.
There was always something stuck in her.
Invading always stuck in.
He hugged her like he loved her but
he didn't love her.
Something he stuck in
always wanted to tell
the other men how she sucked/he fucked her.
Other boys were everything &
matter was a moat
around her openings--
These mattered most
to him she was nothing tits
pussy.
He wanted to fuck through everything,
the earth
split under him
and the blades of grass
were empty spaces--There he wanted her
to hurt, walked away
and she was sure of
everything in her.
So many pieces of flesh
fell off her like a horse
cut one by one through the sidewalk
and molded
into soft mass.
She wept for him
to fuck because that was all she was
he said in so many good words.
What did the things she'd have written
love? Poems
she'd have sung to him, left her.
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