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In the bed

2026-08-24
He uses a long timeline to judge me,
to monitor my swinging moods
across the scale of hunger.

For his sex,
a migratory pattern of venturing
into other women,
I broke him.

Away from all invitations
save my own,
and a fortnight alone we spent
in a small room.

We talked and petted in intricate detail.
We explored our crucial feelings.
In the bed, we melted.

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