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I Hear.....

I Hear.....

 

The whirrr of the A/C on the rooftop.

 

The naked man standing on the intake.

 

Strings tied from fingers to genitals.

 

Performing a perverted puppet show.

 

His sickness being pulled down.

 

Filtered and piped through the building.

 

I hear the soft hiss of the vents.

 

Softly pumping his madness.

 

Into the rooms of the sleeping.

 

The whirrr of the A/C stops.

 

The men in their beds.

 

now ***** ,rolling over.

 

Partners still asleep, take a deep breath.

 

Pressing ***** against the firmness..

 

I hear everything...

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zach-r-barber
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Mar 25, 2010
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