Ramadan
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My first ex and I only lasted long enough to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
And my next ex was there for my birthday, but didn’t want the commitment.
So I didn’t let him stick around long enough to take Halloween too
"Tear here," his soul whispers.
And he does.
"And here," it adds.
And he tears.
The blood bonds pull back, the cobweb of relations
Swinging aside,
Revealing the next rip.
Eleven months out of twelve I delve deep into the abyss
Can't resist licking my lips at all the quips and tricks the world has to offer
I offer my prayers rarely
but then, Ramadan rolls around
