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NADINE BOTHA
i sleep with him for his mind

This book I want to fill,
stifles my writing.

Rife,
I don't say with a straight face.

I sleep without dreams,
only escapades.

For our minds,
I fuck him.

But I don't fuck him,
I lie.

And it kills him.
And my writing.