I blame you because I needed this
I blame myself for expecting this
I blame the deep inhalation of secrets and lies
the damp grass of asian pears and
the street lamps that block dreams from sight.
I blame the sore ebb of dissapointing bruises
and the griping hiss of the earwig
hiding small inside my fleshen lobes
awaiting pure enlightenment.
You can never have enough of deliciousness.
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