You're fun made flesh
like no one else, like
all the rest can't even
tell the secret's out
between us two. And no one
knows you like I do, you're
fun made flesh. Your own damn gift
to whom you please, as much as if
I could deserve your self-fulfilling
prophecies, if yes
I will. If not
just now, though:
tease.
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