MJC (1/27/92 / Edina, MN)

All

All of your lies,
I hear.
All of your games
I see.
All of your moves
I feel.
All of your hurt
I taste.
All of your wants
I smell.
All of your intentions
I know.
All of your words
They pulsate.
All of your fingertips
They burn.
All of your kisses
They infect.
All of your touches
They radiate.

But you
All of you
Just sickens me.

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