i spilled my gutz on the floor
and you just lingered by the door
as the seconds passed, i felt like
more and more
of a monster,
of a scary thing to harbor from
i was 7 when my parents moved to separate beds
and i was 17 when i realized beds
are not sacred, they're just places
to sleep and give head
my friend says she fears that she's no longer pure
and whether that's true, i cannot say for sure
but i wish i could take her and shake her and say
you will always be nothing but magic to me

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