perverse I can be your toy. Collapsing
punched the scenery, drink up
roses smell
gin.
tilde I can be your name you need.
- ignore or die,
plant and harvest.
one to one I can eat my words, vomiting
poetry
gradually cutting the wires holding
my dignity. Back
, soul between his legs.
I can. I can and
more.
I can and can not want. Learn
choking me, corrupts me.
Ignorance is a standard,
a traffic light which is always green.
I can love you, try timarme.
wallow in your silence, go, come and disrupt your peace
back, sleep on your back,
count to a thousand, and start breathing.
I can and be able to burn me
(and burned alive)
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