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CaPoWriMo-3 (Yellow Banian)

You lie there crumpled
Like an abused and discarded girlfriend.

dirty secrets we've been in together
the sting of cold air on a nude body
followed by the searing depression
of a testosterone flush
hidden forever in the yellow remains
to wash away into the gutter

you lie there crumpled
like an abused and discarded girlfriend

you once uncomplainingly
stanched nose bleeds
burst away pimples
dealt with tears
and rain and soap and mud
covered up signs of masturbation
and stuck by me
my hot smelly sweaty body
when others blanched

you lie there crumpled
like an abused and discarded girlfriend
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