sodom and sore 

i craved 

intimacy since 

Frank Ocean’s 

“Thinking Bout 

You” and 

divorce papers 

on marble 

islands. so,  

i took advantage 

of 2019,  

awakened hell— 

young and 

unsure if 

heaven was 

a place

for me— 

my proclivity 

was controlled 

personalities, 

fantasies,

and 

fornication.

I imagined

the angel, 

Death, was 

among us,

naturally,

i was in fear

instead of

love.  

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