the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

i want to r
ip yo
ur
skin into pi
eces and
i
want
to
squee
ze
you until our
mole
cules
bond
and
we
or
gasm
and o
ur
he
ar
t
s
st
op

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