k8's dream room
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the things i can remember

(after richard siken)

her lips were stained red so
i wanted to take her home
and rough her up and
get my hands inside her
drive my body into hers like a crash test car

i wanted to be wanted and redshift
into dawn on some rogue planet and
find her hair
caught between my teeth.

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