

Circus.It's dark outside, and your pins are dropping. it's too loud- too loud I've told you.Circus.
The matches smell like you. Smokey and hot, too soft. just let me hold you and be safe.
My skin knows your touch. I swear it knows the print. goose bumps rise and ripple
for you.
Smooth calluses on my hips- swaying back and forth. freckles being traced, connected,
like stars.
We're like the circus-- you and I.  
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Oedipus!
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WHY CAN'T WE NOT BE SOBER?
I JUST WANT TO START THIS OVER
WHY CAN'T WE DRINK FOREVER?
I JUST WANT TO START THINGS OVER.
TOOL - SOBER
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