i poison myself with you
every night
believing you are my solution
and problem
i swallow you whole
in hopes you can make
a better person out of me
problem is
i don't know if you are
my problem or solution
you dance your tangos
in my throat, sliding
deep into my stomach
where i like to feel you
but do you reach my head?
if so
do you speak to my head
in the language i'd prefer?
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