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Warm Butter

for the friends who remind me to remember my pain, but never to lie down next to it


you have become butter

always salty stick wet and 

ready to melt.


you have become 

orgasm while crying.

two types of sadness:

weeping and coming,

a synchronous stream

of moan and wet.


you have become what it is to melt 

and not return to original form.


you have become butter—

a sadness that spills

when asked to.

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