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UndressedI want to take off all of the clothes I have ever worn and search my skin for a smooth, pale place no hands have ever thoughtUndressed
of touching. There, just below the third rib on the left side. No
fingers other than my own have ever known this shallow dip and curve.
Here, I am still young, green and full
of potential.
Here, I am still a mystery
by ~hustle-flow
bowing outSince there is no longer hope I would like to end this by brisk handshake. Lovers? Once. Friends? No time soon. Friendly? Well, love, that remains to be seen. Here is my hand,bowing out
for the last time take it.
by ~hustle-flow
BabelLook at how you labor!Babel
Your lips twist, open stutter-stutter, gurgle, and then sever, gnaw off the end. Spit flicks, and your tongue
rolls while my palms clench and
sweat, leave their imprints as I bruise them
on the table.
Stop it! You make no sense!
Now we both are silent, each contemplating the barbarian beside us.
by ~hustle-flow
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