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The thought of you makes me sneeze
It’s not that I’m allergic
It’s because my brain is having an
******
You are the constant
Who I would choose
First
The yardstick of the strongest wood
Smacking up against my thighs
Filling me up with red and fire
And so what if it’s all a fake?
Only true for my own sake
Maybe I owe you an apology
For taking your apathy
So personally
He used to look
So perfect to me
But that was before
I could see clearly
Now, he’s just a faulted man
Still worthwhile
Maybe
Something I’ll probably
Never see
You ain’t built for this
And that’s OK
I’m gonna be around
Either way
Unless you ask me not to stay
You scream to me
Silently
Mostly about snuggling
Without meaning to
But there you are
Unintentionally
Screaming to me
Silently
Fold me like you always have,
Run your nails to set the creases,
Shape me to the form you crave,
Bend me into the art of your wishes,

My form forever yours to toy with,
I conform to your will and desire,
Expose my surfaces, above or beneath,
I will always be there for you to admire,

I can be flexible or I can be stiff,
That depends on what you want,
I am here to help fill your rift,
The one who says you can when you can’t,

Craft that which you seek of me,
I am but your art, your origami.
And now it has become our place
Removers of the grievous waste
Of lunitical hypocrital D(Tr)unp  
Festering there
Right in the middle of our square
Stinking, frothing, full of ****
It is our place
And the time has come
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