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Jun 2017
Not like a bird but
valueless.
Free for all.
Free to love,
free to touch free to
take home.
Free to beat for
an hour, take three,
though.
Free to spank and
roll to the side
angry. Free
to blow smoke
at and grab tightly,
harder still, free to bruise.
Free to use.
Free to tell to lose weight.
I shouldn't need
that much me
so I can fit more you.
Right?
Free knees free tongue
free fun
Freak
No dinner dates,
just feed me you.
Fill me up or at least
try to. I am empty
I am whole I am dying
I have soul, I know,
I think. I jazz my blue boots
all over this town and
to the brink of insanity,
dance the
borderline of psychosis
absolutely willingly
every time
and then
back to this doorstep.
And I don't have enough for
the bus. So.
Take my liberty
and take me home.
Benson
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Benson  24/PHL
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