Maybe we won't talk
about this, either
Maybe,
talk will only
destroy us
that the whole being
of relationship is stirred
by wordling
and, that certainly,
a gorgeous thing
of oblivion
is sex.
maybe the body doesn't matter
maybe it really
doesn't matter
and the flaws of flesh and blush
to not exist
in the vision of mad love.
mindful be, Saint Vulgar
treat me like the treat
treat me, i will suppress my anxiety
i will worship.
my gross is more than just
my human, Saint
i
have
a
major
gross:
i not only desire perfection
but believe its out there.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.
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