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i don't believe in leaving things to chance
i believe that things are extremely complicated
oh! i want always to be imprinting these collections of letters
i want to imprint them on you
on your mucus membranes
eaily damaged but readily repaired
i want to write freely
free associations
cut up neatly on the desk
on the mirror
ingested.
perfected.
why are we not
inside each other
with no emotional meaning to that all i want to say is that your body fits with mine.
it fits!
perfectly!

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words by eleanore russell