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I walk down this street listening to women gossip watching men fight over who knows what and I just want to buy some **** I see towels hanging people falling from their balconies and murders in some back alley and I just want to buy a cigarette I see tall buildings and I feel like I'm in a forest where people are lions judging me for having a cigarette in my mouth and a **** in a transparent bag i just wanted that body on top of me now I go home I lie down and dance with myself I sleep, I sleep, I sleep smoke, smoke, smoke I cry, I cry, I cry I just wanted to touch those curves I get up I'm naked I go to the kitchen and make myself a coffee I add the milk that was once milked from a cow I drink it all and let it fall on my naked body my slim body my hairless body my body without anyone my body never touched before I don't know who I am I don't have an identity, a name, relationships or even parents I just live in a small, poorly decorated flat waiting for a sincere love and a vivid love in which, as well as feeling it, I can touch it I wait anxiously for the touching woman
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
The Touching Woman
I walk down this street listening to women gossip watching men fight over who knows what and I just want to buy some **** I see towels hanging people falling from their balconies and murders in some back alley and I just want to buy a cigarette I see tall buildings and I feel like I'm in a forest where people are lions judging me for having a cigarette in my mouth and a **** in a transparent bag i just wanted that body on top of me now I go home I lie down and dance with myself I sleep, I sleep, I sleep smoke, smoke, smoke I cry, I cry, I cry I just wanted to touch those curves I get up I'm naked I go to the kitchen and make myself a coffee I add the milk that was once milked from a cow I drink it all and let it fall on my naked body my slim body my hairless body my body without anyone my body never touched before I don't know who I am I don't have an identity, a name, relationships or even parents I just live in a small, poorly decorated flat waiting for a sincere love and a vivid love in which, as well as feeling it, I can touch it I wait anxiously for the touching woman
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
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