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Just a Glance
of what it should be like..
My nose knew better than my eyes since these senses function better than front-line instructions.
Some instant heartless coffee, how could you come, like this, on my belly button itch? with no fore-play tricks?
The hotel towel saved the day.
Some public sofa, I didn’t care to water.
Anyways, It doesn’t really matter.
Humbled down, cynical bite Mike Tyson and my reason to have clowned.
I better get to work, there is so much work to do.
And I only have what I have lost.
My work my work my work..
Is it I, me, am I lost in/to/for work?
I murmured and licked some caffeinated genital.
Because it was time, nothing o’clock to f*cking get up.
And get to where I glanced, by default: This less seems more, distant sandless shores, safe to risk a lung to breathe.
In a place, far enough for air to speak physiological vital pressures.
I have gone to crawl on sharp rocks with unhurried snails.
