chuckle. chuckle.
let me tell you what it feels like to crawl inside your skin & his.
i have no skin.
naked nerves, breaking the barrier of sound & light.
at the same time.
nausea. explosion.
every one says you'll be the man on top, but fuck the top.
the top is where the good guys get recycled & asked to settle for third & fourth times around.
forget it.
i want mine & only mine, or you can have her.
with the eyes & lines that do their best to hide.
duck duck goose, every one.
you're it & the time is sweetly thin.
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