Tuesday, March 12, 2019

in accordance with

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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