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Jun 5 · 26
Hunger pangs
It's seeping out of my skin
It slinks

It's eating me from within
It gnaws

It's building; growing
Festering

I bite
I tear, and sever

Introductions are made
It greets me with a warm hello as I slide it over my teeth with my tongue

A sweet sentiment to display both humility and patience
Dec 2019 · 142
Wet Dream
I was just floating there
She was underwater
But it was me who was out of breath

— The End —