Sex, with her, was always a complete
preoccupation. I had to make room
in my mind for the blood loss
once she started in.
I made that room, and I filled it
with what nature abhors. The damage,
I fear, will eventually become irreparable.
If I keep going
if I keep going
if I keep going
it will
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