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Voodoo dolls pinching their nipples wishing that I die
Another pin is inserted everytime that I try
There is a Bokor with a mirror looking me right in the eyes
For some reason I’m being forced to look down when looking for my sky

Like the humbled Atlas, I’m carrying a weight as heavy as the world
Two blunts down and my mind should be calm, but continues to swirl
The flames of my heart burns high and bright, giving off a freezing heat
Only like minded hate attracts, true love refuses to meet

I live with the philosophy, “two negatives multiplied creates a positive”
Negative canceling negative thinking that we have something to give
Two icicles rubbed together like sticks, praying for smoke or a flame
Bodies colliding and separating without remembering each other’s name

Rolling out of bed as if we had just slept with our worst enemy
I wont remember this Voodoo doll and she wont remember me
Should we tell each other lies and say that we were satisfied
No, this was nothing but a sexual encounter and both of of us cried

Thrusting and pounding as frozen tears poured from our eyes
Grinding without trusting or caring, although we both tried
As we both prepare to leave, we wonder if we should pay each other
Not for sex that we wont remember, but for absorbing some of each other’s trouble

Tomorrow this Voodoo doll wont be remembered, and another pin will simply be added
The pleasure of our union would’ve been sweet, if our union simply had it
To look in the mirror and wonder who is this reflection that you see
The glass emits the heat of the tundra convincing me that I Is Me

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    1. ” Bodies colliding and separating without remembering each other’s name ”

      It’s like remembering forgetful nights in fragmented body parts.
      Been there done that
      Powerful write…deep and insightful

      Much respect

      Naaj

      • To many nights filled with lives fill the spectrum of human lives, can we forget the unforgettable. The unions without faces or tastes, seem to engrain themselves immemorably within our fiber. Thanks dude

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