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I'll let my bladder
leak and explode,
ignore the sirens'
song from a road.
Hormones
pheromones
sexting on our
cell phones.

Calling from
a phone booth
talking for hours
Love is our proof.
Death is the forever
no clocks or never.
No pesky calendar
no future or past
no appointments
no nagging or
disappointments
forever no more.
I offer my feeding tube,
unintelligable prophet
welcome the **** ****
better than just the spit.
If you have a clue about this poem please let me know and I'll follow you. Peace.
Two lovers court you
give you sweets and all
the lust you would want
peg, hole or blow up doll.
We live
then die
we laugh
and cry
wonder why
still try
to pray
for a day
He comes again
we answer sin.
My conscience is a loud cat.
Quincy wants this and that.
Always now never in a bit
3am wakes me up, the ****.
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