For Ladida

I can't write your poem, love,
Though I've tried and tried,
I can only string un-pretty things,
Because that's all I've got inside.
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I'm too tired 
To right now,
Please,
I know how
I told you I
Like it when
I can't think
But, then,
It's my soul
This time
It's my soul that's tired
Of being fucked. I'm
Assuming you know
This is fucking,
It's all twisting a movement,
Pulling and bucking.
You must notice
My spirit is missing.
It's okay
You didn't hurt it,
I sent it away.
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If you won't feed me 
Your grief, 
Well, I still need to be
Fed.
I'll cry for relief
So you'll feed me and put me to bed.
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Let's go to bed - 
What was heard
And what was said
Was the same word.
The misunderstanding 
Is almost funny,
What your demanding
Is me.
A high price
For a night's rest
But your nice
If not best.
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Like little kids
Marveling at nothing more
Than the difference between bodies.
Please-
He softly bids
[Whore]
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I love the sound
Of skin slipping over sheets
And I can make it alone,
But it sounds so sweet
Along with the pound
Of your heart through my bones.
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Irresistible - 
If you can't recognize it 
When you see it, you're
Obviously too stable