PROSE AND PROFANITY
Carry Me
Carry Me

Carry Me

I try not to disturb the memories
as they collect dust
but I can’t help it
I’m full of lust

I miss them in my loneliness
want to kiss and kill them at my happiest
don’t leave me, memories
don’t free me, chains

I long for you
all of every of you
all unequal
all true


all carrying parts of me
and carrying me through
[to the next]

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