There is so much in my heart that it has gone stale sedimented under layers of time. The rot can be measured in years. It's as if I lost a key and the lock on my container is rusted, so a new key can't be forged. Writing makes me compress the stale air into a fluid form, because water cannot be stopped. It only moves forward.

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You're the friend I forgot I had.

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To me, femininity smells.

Not grossly, like an armpit does, not like Rodrick's shoe, but femininity smells the way
your mouth would, if you were to eat a bunch of flowers from a bouquet, thinking they would taste as nice as they made you feel.

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They got their eyes on me all the damn time, no wonder they are Gods.

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