buzz buzz buzz emails and texts and well wishes and hobnobs and shoulder rubs and lets get laid and lets be friends and i do care for cultural exchange and bobs and lobs and i want to be squeezed
and i am vedy vedy sick and i like it when you call me baby girl
squeeze my little arm squeeze me all of me i'm just a sponge waiting to soak you in and reexpand Us
i absorb you into my pores and you become me and i become you and then the air refills the little space between us and we lift off from each other slowly and safely
and our juices, this new juice of our soul, seep from pores and we puddle together if we please or down the drain
but even if we choose (or do we ever choose a thing?) to puddle together, we are still in the sink, and when the rain shower comes, we still wash away, with or without each other (but what does that mean?), but if without, no matter, for my soul is infused with You
and all this bullshit poetry we've all read before so who cares
acetaminophen tablets taste minty and sweet but i have enough self control to be attention seeking over drug seeking
there is no question i can get back up when and if i fall there is no question we all can and do but we are all most weak not when we fall short but when we feel safe on the back of another
buzzz buzzz buzzz whirrr whirrr whirrr and i call and i email and i text and i keep in touch and send well wishes and greetings and nice to meet yous and i hope to get that job or that job or this career oh my a career! as a form of i dont need anyone to call me baby girl
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