Kazulike she
stryped her way
down the
black keys
directiondirection
ghosting her feeling
of need and desire
into subtleshaped
words of soloney
locked in
needle and spoon
of quietloud desperation
reachingreaching out
begging to be held
and loved
even if for
one pretend instant
of use
longblackhair
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