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Jul 7

all the men I know
walk with their cocks
in their hands

all the women I know
walk with their cocks
in their hands

I’m filing my nails
and tossing cigarettes
into an old cup of coffee

tell secrets to a good friend
and pass out with the thoughts
of love on your lips
in your fingers
in your hair

all I want is a steak
and some deodorant that works

this heat is getting to my head

I smell like grass and sofa love
but damn I only read the news
always been reluctant to sit
still
still

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