Our hair intertwined
Our sexes joined
With your mouth for a pillow.
I want to sleep with you back to back
With no breath to part us
No words to distract us
No eyes to lie to us
With no clothes on.
To sleep with you breast to breast
Tense and sweating
Shining with a thousand quivers
Consumed by ecstatic mad inertia
Stretched out on your shadow
Hammered by your tongue
To die in a rabbit's rotting teeth
Happy.










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Fashion is a form so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
-Oscar Wilde
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once i had a shit. but i left it behind.
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akın.
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ever tried, ever failed. no matter. try again, fail again, fail better.
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