some days like i become your magazine
some days like i become your loaded gun
these days it makes no difference which

yes i read your letter yesterday and all
the days before, your hollow men, your dump
truck spat into my bed, and im not sure

it got there but i wrote you on the third
to say, how dare you write me when you never
learn to read a single fucking word


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Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

whether id recommend (para-aineein
for you
to gratify
all
the not-loving (ones) (me erosi)

// 234β

εἰ ἅπασίν σοι παραινῶ τοῖς μὴ ἐρῶσι χαρίζεσθαι

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