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Jacob Henry (1910-1977)

I resolve:

To prickle you with frozen snot mustache. To foul your air with rancid acid burps. To hack my phlegm upon your wedding dress. To feel you squirm beneath my grubby hands.
 
To hate to hate your hate of loving me. To learn to love your love of hating me. To swallow words you could have should have ate. To bear the weight and learn to masturbate.


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