I have this other voice, and other room               

of          swear of it    I swear it out of me 
voice of blankets on and sweat out pores of 
voice until you came in  held me but couldn’t stop my legs quake stomach of acid turns acid turns acid shit and all eventually comes out of me one way or the other you know I don’t like him you know that way I notice your voice look forward to that voice way of him
happening inside me I look forward to it happening to me

or something                     sprays my tongue with rosewater

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